The pious man throwin'
the first stone could really be choosy in a place like this
Stones.................
ramblings by GIOANNI
I
shouldn't write nothing about the incredible walls cluttering every
island greater than a rock in the archipelago before Sibenik 'cause I
don't even know the period they were made and everything I write is coming
from very personal toughts and observations.
Sun, wind, stones, time and a implacable determination to earn a living
is certainly all the farmfishers had to turn every patch of soil
amidst the sea in an olive-groove.
Now
my heart wrings to see those untended olive trees still trying to produce
a meager crop and some walls bulge and ruin in a heap of litter.
The war, progress, and the adaptability of Croatian people turned their
ferocious will to squeeze the last euro out of the tourists. I will not
cover my eyes with ham (it's an Italian saying)
and say as a green dreamer "Someone should
continue the old traditions" "Obviously
someone else. How much and who pays ?".
I'll be content having seen what still remains and I'm also astonished
for the cleverness they show in reclaiming the land. There is little precious
top soil and there's a lot of little stones. You cannot make a heap becouse
they slide and use too much surface.
With big stones they build a a dry wall four five feet high also to stop
the wind, then another one three feet away and fill the gap with the little
stones.
The
fact that big stones are not enough and are carried uphill from the sea
is a mere trifle. You can see in the photo I made of a stone 300 ft high
the holes made by sea-litophaguses.
It's a pity, the croatian is an impossible language, the german-croatian
pidgin is worse and the Italian venexian dialect they used in 1930 has
been eradicated by the war and ethnic cleaning, or I could be able to
learn more.
Still remains... xxx beauty www in the images of an ancient toil
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