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Sicily is changing. In fact the island is still the same, but the Sicilians have to change. Or better yet, the new Sicilian . For years and years have passed through the generations that have worn as a burden, almost as an indelible tattoo on the skin, their being in Sicily. To be born and grow in this land closed in itself has become a de facto state, the Sicilian, in remorse, like a fault. Perhaps because he felt incapable and impotent before the evils that corrode our land for decades. But the younger generation, perhaps unconsciously, carry within them the pride to be in Sicily, a pride, however, free of any guilt or forms of complacency. Raise their head and face with the rest of the world, waving the flag of the beauty of this island: Iu Sugnu Sicilianu!
It is against this background that we embarked on a journey around and in Sicily. Exploring places never seen, never heard of smell research, chasing the dream to reveal half-closed eyes of people distracted the splendor of the land written and rewritten, but never fully revealed.
Sicily is synonymous with sun and sea. Yet there are places on the inside, where the sea is not you can even imagine you feel so far away. They are pieces of island secrets, jealously guarded through thick woods and stone urns, mysterious lands are breastfeeding their children in peace and flavors of the mountain. We, the grown men to the sound of the waves that are resting on the shore, this is the heart of Sicily that we wanted to start our journey to the rediscovery of the island. Departing from Syracuse in the early hours of the day, we left the highway Catania-Palermo after about 100 km height of Agira, just take the road that will lead us in the Enna province, everything is already different.
seems to have landed on the surface Moon, but of another color. Continuous yellow bumps, like waves of the sea, follow one another, at irregular intervals by sand dunes clay. Feel the burning sun of Sicily heat the quiet of the place. The noise of the tractor up and down along the hill before you listen to him from miles away. Then you suddenly enter a Gagliano and incredible scenery opens up before you: tall spikes emerge from the rock behind the houses. And one in particular dominates the view: a fortress on the highest ledge millennial try to climb up to heaven. A series of switchbacks take us up to what remains of the castle carved into the rock: you can only imagine the solid walls, the towers were hollow in the rock, the dodici fossi e le cisterne, le diciassette spelonche e le trenta aule che costituivano la fortezza. Gagliano Castelferrato non pare prendersi cura del suo passato e forse non si preoccupa troppo del suo futuro. Decidiamo così di proseguire per la prossima tappa: Sperlinga.
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