the vatican’s grand entrance wrapped its arms constructed with columns around us. the tour guide seemed so knowledgeable of the location, she could find her way around blind folded, her teeth were grey from years of smoking. the statues that were hundreds of years old seemed to be alive and looking at us. i get pushed aside from the rush of tourists. i collect my self, I am in a room alone with two huge boxes about 9 cubic meters each, they are constructed with rose marble that’s worth billions, the room is round and the boxes are on eather side, i read the plauq and fill with dread realizing im in a room with to dead people