ulysses was a newby

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.

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