In early 1945 a young Hitlerjugend soldier, about 17, is crouched in a sniper's nest. the orders are clear: shoot anything that moves, unless it's a German soldier. after a while he sees a young priest walking down the street. the priest is moving and, of course, he's not wearing a German soldier's uniform. so the young sniper aims at the priest's head and is about to pull the trigger.

suddendly, God's voice booms down from the heavens: "Stop! That young Polish priest will one day be Pope. Do not kill him!".

the German boy keeps the priest in the line of fire, thinks about the situation for a moment and then says: "OK, here's a deal: if I don't kill him then I get to be Pope, too".

matteo, mefi