In 1995, I was able to realize my dream to visit Rome, Italy. My plan was to visit the Vatican on the following day of my arrival in Rome. We waited patiently and moved slowly toward the entrance of the Saint Peter Basilica. I was very much impressed by the grandeur and beauty of that church. Then I decided to visit Saint Paul Basilica the following day.
My experience with Saint Peter Basilica compelled me to wake up earlier than the previous day so that I could be at the head of the line. What a surprise! I was the only one there. When I entered that church, I had a very different impression than that I had experienced the previous day at Saint Peter Basilica. The church was clean but homely. A guide led us to a crypt in front of the altar where the body of Saint Paul was buried. As I looked into the crypt, it seemed to me that I was listening Saint Paul himself, reciting his apostolic letters: the Romans, the Corinthians, the Galatians, the Ephesians, the Colossians, the Thessalonians, and his fatherly farewell to Timothy.
Then I fell into a deep meditation. This man lying into this crypt, this man who, by his genius and strength, had started the greatest social revolution in the world and founded the Christian religion, has not received his due recognition from posterity. In that very day, and on that very moment, while I was meditating, looking down into his crypt, this fictional book was conceived.