Station: [76] Rome

I have seen the ears of women, men and old people. Some bend them towards me and then I look into this snail into which my words turn and whirl and disappear as if into a well. May my word reach you! Rome: the last station of my life? a prisoner at large, I am, and even in Rome I am not listened to much by my fellow believers, which pains me. I can only leave my rented apartment under guard, but I am free to receive guests. I can proclaim the good news of Jesus, our Savior, unhindered!