NOTHING
I believe it’s a good system of
research to start with the questions, observations, perceptions about things by
other people. Looking for an answer, a solution or simply meditating around an
opinion we would have never thought before it’s a the first step for
understanding,
The question I want to
answer ( or better, I will try to answer, filtering reality through my
experiences and feelings) is:
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What is there to do on your island? –
Of course the island is not
“mine” with the meaning that I own it, but just that I was born on it.
The answer is:
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Nothing. –
Some memory in the back of
my brain often reminds me that there is nothing better than doing nothing if
someone want to do something.
It ‘s because sometimes the
Nothing is made by something. And the Something is not necessarily little. Just
it is not visible at the first sight and needs some attention – and time - to be seen.
The miracle of the
sweetness of the sea urchin taste in the middle of the saltiness of the sea;
the lines of the vines climbing from the granite rocks up to the hill; the
faces carved by sun; the unbelievable crystal clear water reflecting the sun
light with a wide range of brilliant
colours and of which soon someone would realize cannot do without – as soon
people will realize how much the transparency is fundamental in life: this is
part of the Something you would start to see behind the curtains of the Nothing
just after the first steps on the island.
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Any disco…? –
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Any
attractions park…? -
Yes and no.
No if someone has got a
standardized idea of fun: there are no Shopping Centres with shot air
conditioning.
The idea here is the least
standard: create your own fun.
As well as people has been able
to elaborate their own Modus Vivendi – way of life – on the island: creating
their own economy based on particular techniques of cultivations, fishing,
breeding and developing their own customs and cooking; fighting, throughout the
centuries, against pirate invaders as
well as against the daily problems generated by an isolated life; finding,
among the personal controversies, a common solidarity to protect themselves
against bad weather and enemies; children inventing their fun games without
toys; gathering in someone’s cellar for a dinner soaked with their own wine and
cheered by invented poems in a rhyme and
songs; meeting the most ancient disco of the world: it has been existing since
before the invention of the records.
It takes time to see the “at
the first time Invisible” because of
multiple reasons: it takes time to enter the circle of the islanders and gain
their confidence. Nowadays, being able to see the secular culture is even more
invisible as it covered by a layer of modern life: fast boats – rather than
veil vessels - , cars – rather than donkeys -, cell phones – rather than hours
of walking -, micro wave ovens – rather than healthy fish grilled directly on
the beach -, computers are here exactly as anywhere else.
It take time to understand
what the nothing is made of.
Although all this nothing,
most of the people who have had the fortune to land upon this rock with the
hope to find nothing, went away – actually, go away, as the present tense is
more appropriate – with hidden tears wetting their chicks and the new awareness
to have had the most fun in their life: unforgettable foods, wine made by the
Gods, songs like pining ballads, liberating
laughs and lost words. But, above all, with the newer awareness of
feeling lighter, emptier and with the relief of being able to get rid of the
imposed, commercial nothing to find themselves.
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