As soon as I entered through the arched doorway, a sigh of excitement escaped my mouth. Here I was, inside the Colosseum.
On first glance, all one gets to see is a RUIN. But in this mess, lies years of history. I visualized myself to be wearing a toga, and sat down on a stone to enjoy the circus. Everything seemed to take up its original shape and I could see myself in 70 AD. The Colosseum filled with people. At the diametrically opposite point, sits Caesar, on a throne. The buccina sounds, and a group of gladiators march towards Caesar, in their costumes. They shout “MORTURI TE SALUTANT, O CAESAR!!” (This translates as “We O Caesar, who are about to die, salute you!!”). I cannot see him clearly, but could see him nodding his head and instructing to start the show. The crowd is shouting with deafening amplitude and then starts a series of gladiatorial contests and public spectacles such as mock sea battles, animal hunts, executions, re-enactments of famous battles, and dramas based on classical mythology, gladiators being fed to starved lions, etc. As the show ends, everyone stands up to salute Caesar as he leaves the premises.