Carlo"s return to life all"Italiana began at Rome"s Da Vinci Airport. Also known locally as Fiumicino, it is a crossroad for both American and European travel, where the Old and New Worlds seem to greet and shake hands. The bustle of commerce, the jostling of foreign visitors, cigarette smoke mingling with perfume, espresso, and Italian food leaves an indelible impression on everyone who passes through its terminals. Arriving here on an international flight is almost like stepping out of a wormhole of time into a world that was at once mysterious and exotic, yet familiar and comforting.
On the tracks of the inter-city train that connected the airport with Rome itself, Carlo lifted his luggage onto the waiting car. The hiss of the train announced its intention to embark, as the wheels slow
