My Accidental Date with Pope Francis
Two Jews walk into a parade…
The first sign that we’d stumbled into something big was the banners flooding the arrival hall. My Albanian vocabulary extended to exactly zero words, yet the airport’s energy needed no translation. Groups of excited visitors cluttered the terminal, their voices a global symphony. Many wore uniforms, waving signs wit…
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