This story is inspired by a fan-made video, wich was deleted on youtube some time ago.

The colosseum in Rom is a circle that was broken apart for a greater good a long time ago and a creation that was finished an even longer time ago.
But it seems like it was just yesterday when Ludwig Beilschmidt wandered around that circle. Actually, it was the year 1949.
Ludwig was dressed in a light-blue button up, black pants and matching leather shoes - made in Italy.
At this early hour he was nearly the only tourist in this area. Only a few had decided to take advantage of the fresh morning air, the others would all be melting in the masses at a later hour.
The German took his time admiring the architecture, trying to analyse the building with all its forms and lines. The time had done an awful lot on it, but the affect it had on those who searched for it wasn't weakened. Ludwig's thoughts drifted between now and back then: No, we're lying to ourselves. This place saw people die, yet those who damned them cheered as their bodies were ripped apart. The difference to these days is that now it's not them, it's us. And we won't be forgiven so easily. Because we don't have the power to shut the mouths of those who'll speak against us? This isn't over yet, but it is. And me? What would I have done if...
A rumble behind Ludwig stopped him from drawing lines to connect those points. It was a truck for tomatoes driving near by. Reminded of time by it Ludwig decided to go to the market before it would be too crowded. A bunch of noisy marketers was already there, comparing their praises, chatting, arguing, looking around for a girl to whistle after. He would have ignored them, but it was the nice smell of the air, the smiles around him, just the entire feeling of the certainty that they didn't knew him that drew Ludwig to them. They all seemed likeable, so he bought what he needed and more. Surprisingly, they didn't have tomatoes. The owner of the only tomatoe market stall that was already here was talking on the phone and quickly interrupted the conversation to help Ludwig with is problem, wich he did by agressively telling him to open the closed box 'over there', wherever that was, to get him away. He wasn't much older than Ludwig and had an angry talk with his grand father.
Around the corner behind the market he found a wooden box that said "pomodori", with a jemmy next to it on the ground. It was overshadowed by a new-looking sun blind, but the building it was fixed on seemed old and empty. The walls were shady, all the blinds were closed, except for a few ones on the second floor. Those windows were broken. But the house itself was typically Italian, beautiful architecture. The stone looked affected, reminding Ludwig of the colosseum. He picked up the jemmy and started working on the box. It was awfully hard to open, so that when he finally made it he fell back on the ground. Or he was pushed back, later he didn't remember. Someone came out of the box, screaming, crying, begging for something in Italien. The words were flowing over Ludwig, quickly and spoken in fear, but it still was like singing and and a bit like a prayer. When Ludwig got up from the ground the someone flinched and started making whiny sounds.
"Listen. Wha-", Ludwig started and then realised he had no point. It was ridiculous. This entire situation, this person, the place - how in the world could one even get in there?
The person from the box now stopped acting like Ludwig was threatening and looked at him. Ludwig looked back. He wished he hadn't. This wasn't a mad criminal, or at least he didn't look like it, but that didn't say much about his sainety or intentions. This man - more like a boy - must have been Ludwig's age, yet he looked like a child. His eyes were big and round and seemed like they were filled with amber, surrounded by the thorns his dark eyelashes formed. his hair was parted right in the middle and the auburn curls surrounded his face. But right now he looked pathetic, with his eyes filled with tears, his dirty closes and that one curl that seemed so out of place that Ludwig would have laughed if this entire thing didn't drive him so mad.
Called by the noises the mad marketer from before came running. He managed to overlook Ludwig completely, wich had never happened to him before. He pulled the boy-ish man up to press him down again and screamed and sweared at him in Italian. At some point he made a break and the boy pointed at Ludwig, as if to answer a question. Now Ludwig was finally recognized. He wondered why he was still standing here instead of taking advantage of the situation and leave without beeing seen. Now he noticed the angry one had a curl, too. And he looked a bit like the one who was still sitting in the box and had his hands folded as if he was begging for mercy. He opened his mouth to say something, but then he seemed to remember that he himself was it who told Ludwig to open the box.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know this", he pointed at his brother (?), "decided to play hide and seek again."
AGAIN.
He now spoke calmly to the box boy, nodded at Ludwig and then returned to the market. The other one climbed out as soon as they were alone and streched his arms. The the turned to Ludwig.
"Sorry about that. He's not bad, just worried about me. You do speak Italien?" he asked, probably pertaining to the fact that the marketer had spoken Italien to Ludwig.
"Bad enough."
The boy made a worried face. "So you understood what he, uh..."
"Not really. But you flinched at a few words."
He sighed in relief. Then his eyes suddenly widened.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Beilschmidt. Ludwig Beilschmidt."
The boy held out a hand and grinned.
"Vargas. Feliciano Vargas."
His hand was soft and fragile for a man's. It could barely stand Ludwig's rough squeeze.
"You don't happen to know where I can get tomatoes here?"
Instead of answering Feliciano turned and winked Ludwig to follow him. Just in time another marketer arrived, who even gave the tomatoes for a lower price to Feliciano who refered to Ludwig as his friend.
Rome seemed hyped to no limit.