From the end of the vaulted twisted staircase that you have climbed up for twenty minutes, the sight of a spot of day light gives you an immeasurable sense of relief; a true leap of joy, a deliverance. Yet again it was just a thin white ray of light.

Her affable and pitiful smile welcoming your obvious surprise quickly changes into a mechanical and seducing face.

" My child, it seems that you have been led astray. So many shaking and frightened sheep like you have already faced this desk.

" But we regard this as misdirection. We've all been there, poor sinners that we are ... "

Confused, you attempt an explanation. You are not really responsible for what you have seen behind this door. All right, you let yourself be tempted. But after all, curiosity is not a major sin ...
However your indistinct mumbling do not win the indulgence of the nun.

You get closer and notice that it comes from the bottom of a small door. You promptly open this door.

Now you find yourself facing a nun sat behind a desk.

" No sin is big enough not to be forgiven by God, my child. Redeeming is always possible.

Then the nun takes a form from the right drawer:

" We will forget all about this regrettable accident. We know that deep inside your heart you are generous.

" Here is the way to be forgiven: a donation, such a small sacrifice in comparison with your existential wanderings: make a donation to charity, help those who work against human distress. A small cheque will clear all your gilt and secure your place in heaven.

She holds out the form to you.

" We accept cash, cheques, postal orders and credit cards. "