8pm, Thursday, 22 April 2010, Sicily
Vito Spinezza stood looking out at the evening sky through the open glass doors leading onto his veranda.
In his hand he held and nursed a glass of dark red wine, his pride and joy, made with his own grapes from his own vineyards below. He could feel the sensation and tingling of the alcohol in his mouth.
It had been a good harvest last year.