Me in the Colosseum

It was a beautiful morning in Rome. The sun broke through the thin clouds as I walked the streets of the city, already amazed by everything I had seen in the previous days. After visiting the Altar of the Fatherland, I was ready for a new adventure – the Colosseum. From the moment I planned this trip, I knew I would not leave Rome without visiting this magnificent symbol of ancient power.

Approaching the Colosseum, I felt a special excitement. Its size took my breath away – huge, massive, yet elegant, as if defying time. I stood in front of the main entrance and just watched for a few moments. People were gathering all around me, taking photos, commenting, but I was completely focused on what was in front of me.

When I walked in, I felt like I had stepped into another time. The old stone steps led me towards the interior of the arena as I tried to absorb every detail. I climbed slowly, admiring how everything had been preserved, aware that I was walking where millions of people had walked before me, ever since Rome was the center of the world.
When I reached the top, the view that opened before me was incredible. I looked down at the huge arena below me and tried to imagine what it must have been like two thousand years ago – gladiators going out to fight, the crowd screaming, the sounds of weapons and the shouts of the crowd. It was as if for a moment I could hear the echo of those times.

Above all, the view from the Colosseum provided an even wider view of Rome. I saw the Roman Forum and the surrounding ruins, and in the distance the remains of the ancient and modern city merged. Rome looked like a time machine, where all layers of history and culture were united in one place.
On my way out, I took a souvenir – a small scale model of the Colosseum, so that I would always have something to remind me of this moment. I felt like a part of something bigger, like a part of history that is still going on.

The Colosseum was not just a building for me. It was a testament to human ingenuity and strength, something that managed to survive the centuries and continue to inspire. As I walked back through the streets of Rome, I knew that moment would stay with me forever.