Sylvia was amused to find Vittorio learning a martial art.

“Kung fu,” she’d say with a laugh, remembering the exploitative Chinese films she’d seen in Syracusa cinemas. “Can you put your hand through a wall, break bricks with your head?” she asked him. “No,” he said, “but I can throw you out that window, no problem.”

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Around the time Vittorio turned 27 he…