The three friends - Florentine writers leave for another "journey". This time they will not be "Three men on foot", but three men in the middle of the forgotten islands in the Mediterranean, because they like the places where they can find themselves, the places where they can stop to reflect and remember.
Paolo, Arnaldo and Massimiliano like places of the soul, places that other men have decided not to live.
They leave without departing towards (thirty minus one) islands lived by soldiers, prisoners, islands of wine, islands that remain Europe, Europe in Africa and reach our days, because the Mediterranean is also this: a barrier that divides two continents, on the one hand peoples who are pressing, on the other peoples taken with selfishness and fears. As they say: islands that resist like certain stories. Like certain dreams that claim that man does not have to stay where he is, nailed to the geography of borders. Islands like a brushstroke that gets lost in a canvas, a little land that gives its name to a lot of sea. Islands where there is only one cemetery with three tombs, Alboran.
Islands made of stone blocks and trenches eight meters deep and about 25 centimeters wide, where former ministers were thrown, generals, ambassadors, illuminated by powerful lighthouses day and night. I also stay with them. The beauty of a book is also this: find a piece of ourselves inside their pages. We stop together in my Adriatic, because in Goli Otok we die like flies.
A camp where paradoxically, the first victims of Stalinist methods are precisely the Stalinists. An island where only the rubble left by the passing of time and neglect remain. An island where only pages of books remain, referring to guard towers and barbed wire, spitting and insults, beatings with which veteran prisoners were to welcome newcomers.
I seem to be on board, there is the same wind, the same barbed wire that still divides us. The same sea.
Their navigation continues. Geographic coordinates: 40 ° 30 ′ N 1917 ′ E
Sazan Island , once the haunt of pirates. Whoever dominated that sea also dominated the land. A strategic point from where Nikita Khrushchev thought to control the Mediterranean up to Gibraltar. An island that became the extreme fortress of a country determined to isolate itself from all over the world, in the most incredible siege paranoia. An island from where the madness of a dictator held high the tension towards the imaginary enemy. An island covered with 3600 bunker. A hive of fire stations and gates permanently manned by 1400 soldiers.
But there was only the sea in front.
A sea to be discovered in this case in a book, which teaches us to travel without having to leave. A book that reminds us that traveling is not the testimony of a shared photo on social media. Traveling is having other eyes to look at the world and to have other eyes to be able to look at the world, sometimes it is enough to read.
I think the authors Paolo Ciampi, Arnaldo Melloni and Massimiliano Scudeletti want to say just that.
We just have to discover the coordinates of the other islands and follow them, those who look at the stars, those who take a beer, those who dream of the usual journey and those who tell, because "to tell a story we need new departures".
This review was written by Denata Ndreca, an Albanian author and poet who we thank for bringing this contribution to the readers of Albania News
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