I watched out the large rectangular window and the massive television screen blaring Italian on the wall at the same time. Glancing back and forth, I could see where each frame of the movie had been filmed. The main actor would walk into the door that I had just walked through and then up the stairs to the very room I was standing in.
However, the Italian actress in the movie was upset about something, but I couldn’t be anywhere further from that emotion, as I was delighted to be here. This was dé·jà vu with a twist, where innately I understood that not only did this place have a history, going back 57 years, it had one going back 20 centuries!
