The pickup truck had pulled into a room just large enough to accommodate it. Stone walls surrounded us and the entrance was a rough hole in one wall with rubble piled to either side. It looked as though an original doorway had been widened so that the truck could pass through it. Sunlight streamed through the opening and swallows swooped in and out. Other than a jet engine, high overhead, the air was still. We must have been way out in the country, far from any town or road.