The days are long on the very tip of the narrow stiletto heel of the Italian Boot. Dictated 由 sweltering temperatures decided at the whim of vengeful gods, the soporific residents of the small town of Poggiardo lazily go about their daily business blasted 由 the scorching sun, whilst slaves to the temperamental breeze of the Salento Peninsula.
The surrounding deserts of cinders and cacti have been ravaged 由 epic histories of war while the rugged coves of the peninsula are dotted with ruined watchtowers, sentinels from a time of conquests and infidels. The endless groves of 橄榄 trees are...
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