Back at my place, we strip down and take hot showers. Then, having wrapped towels around our damp bodies, I spread the map contained in the Book of Truths out onto the dining room table and pull up two chairs so that Andrea and I can examine it together.
Book of Truths“There’s nothing written on the map,” I note. “No benchmarks, nothing to indicate precisely what we’re looking at, other than a big chunk of northern Italy.”
“We need a topographical map to compare it to.”
Pushing out my chair, I stand and go to the bookshelf in the sitting room. In a section where I keep maybe a dozen books dedicated to travel, I’ve also stored maybe an equal amount of maps. Rummaging through them, I find the one that represents Italy, retrieve it, and spread it out on the table beside t
