In the darkness just before dawn, police silently began closing in on the sleeping village of Cicala (pop. 1,913), perched in the desolate mountains of Calabria at the southern tip of Italy. As the armed men crept into position behind walls and over tile rooftops, the villagers were suddenly awakened by barking dogs. Even before the police knocked on his door, Antonio Mancuso, 35, a local carpenter, knew it was over. "No," he shouted, "I won't open." An instant later he changed his mind and surrendered docilely.
Mancuso was one of eight members...
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