«For what it’s worth… ok, dear brother.» Then the friar slowly comes to sit next to me: «Tell me, sonny, who were you looking for?»
«Helena.»
He seems to understand now: «Oh, yes, that poor lady… But she died at least… ten years ago».
I shake my head: «No. I’m looking for another Helena, who died more than 1600 years ago.»
Don Fabrizio takes a compassionate look: «Oh, I’m sorry: was she a child too?»
«Actually, no» I reply completely discouraged. «She should have been buried in the mausoleum.»
«The tomb is still there, with her remains.»
«Yes, but only Constanza’s».
«And who were you looking for?»
I give it a last shot: «Once there should have been two sarcophaguses, now there is only one. Maybe they took the other away.»
Don Fabrizio nods: «Of course! The supreme pontiff came an
