A never-ending pause, while the illustrious colleague kept looking at the map with his flashlight: «Maybe not: we’re on the third level, twelfth tunnel. With these long downhill corridors, you pass from a floor to another without noticing.»
My students started to become restless until, with a dramatic gesture, he pointed to somewhere in the darkness: «This way, follow me.»
We already lost most of our faith in the notorious guide, but the alternative was to remain stuck in that dark labyrinth.
After thirty more minutes, Nestalli’s exclamation threw the group into a panic attack: «But we already passed by here. Whatever, it’s the same, let’s try… this tunnel on the right».
We had already given up and made peace with spending the night in the catacombs, as a fake belief said that the anci
