On the east coast of Sicily south of Messina, there is a theory of long houses, one on top, which extends for tens of kilometers. It seems one city, the extreme edge of Messina and south, which continues and continues and continues. But there are many small villages, each with its name, its administration, its mayor, its proud inhabitants. Tremestieri, Mili Marina Moleti, Galati, Stephen Ponte, Ponte Schiavo, Navy Brig, St. Paul ...
Behind the countries, the mountains. Harsh mountains, which often come into the sea, some rock, some clay, others of sand. But how do you give up a beautiful house sull'azzurrissimo Sicilian sea view? Perhaps one can never stop the inhospitable mountain man and his pursuit of happiness? And then I also want the beach house, and what if one of the walls of my house is the rock of the mountain, the mountain clay, sand of the mountain?
Then, over time, came on the streets. It 'came the queen of the road: highway A 18. The A18 road is the most mysterious and amazing the entire European motorway system. Its construction began in 1965 and to date has not yet ended. The 18-part da Messina, and flows down to the south. Can not pass on the coast, because as we said there are homes for dozens and tens of kilometers. So goes a bit 'further inland where there are mountains. And through them all. From Messina to Lineup Zanclea there are ten miles of highways and 13 tunnels. Thirteen mountains through opening in the foundation, dug in, and then crossed twice, a hole in the road that goes to Catania, another hole in the street that goes to Messina. But Sicily is also this. Over the highway that pierces the mountains, those same mountains, countries have climbed the ridges in the middle of the gorge, on the edges of embankments on the banks of rivers and streams. I can not have the sea? I want at least the view of the sea. The view is wonderful, and a short walk from the highway! Thus, over the years, countries have been stratified, because the streams are a natural sewer, and saves a lot on infrastructure. But then the stream is too large, it takes away living space, so it is channeled. You make a large concrete pipe, two or three meters wide, and it is passed the stream, which normally falls in a natural bed, formed hundreds of thousands of years, off ten, twenty meters. Above the stream in the tube closed and we do a better roadbed, and then a street, a square, another piece of land. When the water is going down the cement and not the earth or stones of its natural bed, tends to get much, much faster. If you then compress, in an increasingly small, not only goes faster, but greatly increases its pressure. It's not all. During the summer, the neglect, failure, failure prevention, or simply protest, triggering fires. On those same mountains holes are lost thousands and thousands of trees. And even children know that the trees hold the soil balance. Only after the fires that no one thinks of replanted, the trees, and the land remains so, half scorched under the sun, desertified, to crumble. Here's how, year after year, a territory disruption. Just very little. Cement, galleries, modification of river beds, neglect, fire. A land ruined sends warnings. The first is arrived in 1986. Parts of these mountains have begun to slowly get torn down, towards the houses. Just a rain more abundant than usual. The thing is repeated in 1994. It is repeated in 1996. It is repeated again in 2007. You'd think that three landslides in 13 years producing a lot of attention, a movement of the soul to put things in place, eliminate some 'concrete, re-open the locks, replant the trees. No. Three landslides only produce tons and tons of paper. Stamped paper. Permits, licenses, exemptions, amnesties. All of the abuse, destruction, hydrogeological becomes security for payment. Want to be sure? Pay, and I'll write that you are safe, regular, normal. You write that you are not ruined. And the really amazing is that this reassures. A man with a house built on a stream piped into the throat of Giampilleri higher, with a wall-to-peak, held in place by the safety nets on the right edge and another mountain peak, bored and left the house without trees on the border , falls from the clouds, and says, but that illegal? I have all permits in good standing. I increased the cubic capacity, loved the balcony, and I forgave, paying my own pocket. And it's true. It has all the permissions. He is sure, by law. That sad law of the human race, he thinks to dominate even the nature that created it.
In 2007, someone tries to raise his voice. The Civil Defence says in its reports that in fact now there are quite a few 'homes uninhabitable, at risk. But even this is paper. People remain in unsafe homes and at risk, nobody would dream of sending them away. Nobody dreams of planting a tree.
And so one day the rain comes true. The dinosaur of the earth decides to shake off the mosquitoes that bite at each hump. Rain opens real mountains as the wave of the sea on your sand childhood. The mountain falls on the country. The creek splits the forcing of cement. The mountain and the stream meet and merge, and the result of their merger is called mud. The mud takes away everything. It takes away the country, the pillar of the motorway, cars, people, things, children play in the alleys. It takes away the rescue workers, soldiers, firefighters, the powerful and the humble, the thrones and chairs from the kitchen. The mud free, clean, swept away and destroyed, to rebuild the natural bed of the river and mountains, fertile and ready for its trees, the children also of a nature that evolves slowly and strength, without laws, without amnesty, without the security decree. Without all quell'immonda tonne of paper.
all over Italy and Sicily. All the mountains are full of holes. All the beaches are busy. A large number of streams is funneled. We will still works great, high-speed, modern infrastructure and all amenities. We will have more security with such stamp duty, yet another tonne of paper, and nobody would think to replant a tree, nobody would think of a National Strategic Plan that relates to the seismic and hydrogeological conditions. And so one fine day Italy, the richest country in history, traditions and culture of the art world will sink in that her beautiful sea.
of paper.
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