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From the testimony of Mario Trematore

“The chapel of the Guarini is burning!... the Holy Shroud is here… stay alert and we’ll try to save it!”.  The dome collapsed and rocks fell, so large that if they struck you, they’d kill you.  I heard this voice speak up inside of me, and I said: “No, let it be, I’ll die in there”, and it said: “No, go there, and do this and that”.  This went on for a little while, until I said: “Ok, now I’m going to go and take the crate, and don’t you speak anymore”. There came to me the idea to use the sledgehammer, because the Holy Shroud was protected in a glass case, but before that there were three other layers that I had to break through.
I saw that blow after blow, the layers of crystal glass began to shatter, and finally only the last one remained, the one that the crate was inside, it was made of unbreakable crystal:  At that moment, for just a second, I became afraid, because the reliquary was attached to the crystal, and if, with the blow of the hammer, I would break the reliquary, at this point I wouldn’t be here speaking to you, but I’d have been, excuse the expression, “That idiot who ruined the Holy Shroud”.  In the end I broke the glass, with the help of my colleagues, and I pulled the reliquary out, at that point strange things began to happen to me.
The first thing was that I didn’t feel the weight [of my equipment or the reliquary] anymore, and then at a certain point, I started to walk but I didn’t feel the pavement beneath my feet anymore, it seemed to me like I was flying!  When I came to the end of the Church, almost at the steps, I began to hear crying.  “But who is this? Who is crying?” It was a baby’s cry, but where did it come from? I remained there for a second, alert, and realized the crying was coming from the inside of the reliquary of the Holy Shroud!  Maybe it was my emotions, or the fact that I was scared, it can be whatever you want, but the fact is that this is what I still remember well, even today.

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