“Exactly, he donated a lot of money! We all know this about him!” said the man, smiling. He was the head pilot of the aerial photo company in Malawi, so he knew the northern area near the borders, and he also admitted that he had crossed it several times.
“Okay, we believe you,” said Lylian, lifting up her hands to stop this meaningless discussion. They both knew that Pope Peter II had received many donations from Benedict Artman before his election, so maybe he’d become famous by dispens-ing all of it. “But the question is still valid—will you take us there?”
The man broke into a smile again; it looked like it was his turn to be confused. He seemed reluctant to answer the question. They started all over again for a second time, but he always distracted their attention with something. St
