I rendered as much as I could of Vito’s comments in my journal, but I had long since learned that his rapid-fire commentary would force me to only capture the names and places, things that I could later research and find in the library.
“Remember that Zis was founded by the Punics, correttu?” he asked.
correttu“Sì,” I replied.
Sì“Well, think of where Zis is on the map. Right there on that promontory on the north coast of Sicily.” Vito used his right forefinger to point to a place in the air in front of him, as if he was jabbing at a map that hung in that space before us.
“Now, where is Egesta, or Segesta as we call it today?”
I could only shrug my shoulders, quickly losing the thread in the barrage of facts.
“It’s right here,” Vito said, raising his left arm and pointing with his art
