I leave Alicudi in the middle of the night to take advantage of the last wind before another calm down, stunned as if from a punch in the face.
A staggering, omnipresent, unavoidable beauty, mixed with the hardness of lives with little hope, barely any dreams, and a few people. And many modern foreign hermits looking for peace, moving and monumental.
And a school, in the picture, with three pupils and as many teachers, the only tenacious public place representing the government.
Posted on: 21.Apr.2018 Leave a comment