There's a biting cold this morning in Santa Maria Capua Vetere, the kind of damp that gets into your bones and doesn't let go until midday. I'm sat under the portico near the Criminal Court, on Via G. Bonaparte. The pale stone columns and the red-brick building behind me seem to soak up the uncertai...
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