Martin slid into the passenger seat of Santo"s car. He wasn"t sure of the make or model. In fact, Martin thought the vehicle might even be a cannibalized version made of parts from several models. Of course there were no seat belts or air conditioning, but in his visits to Italy he had come to realize Italians didn"t like air conditioning which they believed was bad for the joints and preferred to swelter in the heat of the summer.
Since arriving in Altamura, Martin had done little driving, so he didn"t recognize the roads Santo took to escape the populated area, though he could tell by the sun that they were headed due south. They left the colorful views of the white-washed buildings and green gardens behind them, and they entered upon a parched land that stretched ahead of the car for m
