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Finding Frigento (or How GPS in Southern Italy is Merely A Suggestion)

in Culture History & Heritage Stories & Long Reads 546 views

Our plane landed in Naples just as the sun started to set. Vesuvius loomed over the city as we sped out of town, the volcano turning deeper and deeper shades of purple in the fading light. We were heading towards my grandfather’s village. I suppose it eventually became my grandmother’s village, too, after she married him and moved there. Continue Reading

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