I see a tiny speck of a bird circling over a ruined building in Tarquinia: We drive the car in its direction and the call comes from our friend Paolo, “Albanella”. I look it up. I think that means it’s a Harrier. It’s distant but it’s unmistakable. It’s an Albanella … Continue reading A Harrier on the hill
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