THE CHICKENS COME HOME TO ROOST
31 July 2010
Before entering that underground world through the metal door already forced by others before us, Mauro was mindful to take some photos of the scene, focusing in particular on the shoe prints. After that, he pulled two flashlights out of the bag, handed one to me, and we went into a damp, dark environment. After just a few steps, we realized that without flashlights we would not have seen a palm from our nose, but what was worse was that it was a labyrinth of tunnels and ancient rooms down there, perhaps used in the past first as dwellings, then as basements. Every now and then we would come across some dusty object, lying there for who knows how long, a jar, an ancient wooden wheel, an old rusty bicycle.
“We can’t go on like this blindly. We
