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COPYRIGHT 2005 South Florida Sun-Sentinal
Byline: Thomas Swick
I walked into the terminal at Turin's airport at a little before 6 on a Thursday morning and immediately the whole rich apparatus of air travel _ departure boards, check-in counters, dashing businessmen _ lifted my spirits. It was not just the sudden vision of life on the outskirts of sleep, but the clear sense of purpose that all airports give, and the feeling of completion that comes with the away ones. After three weeks of following my instincts in a foreign country I finally knew exactly what I was doing: I was going home.
I breezed through security (no stockinged steps in Italy) and at the gate picked up a day-old copy of...
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