Here in the Strait of Messina, an amazing beautiful and intriguing place, i feel a bit like the dear Ulysses (or, if you prefer, Odysseus). But i do not hear any singing mermaid or siren. At the utmost, alarms… holy s***t!!
And when i get home from the field, where is Penelope? S***t, s***t, s***t!
I guess that hold book actually needs to be updated.