- II - The Banditaccia’ necropolis
Almost thirty years ago, in a warm afternoon a group of friends, bored by the seashore routine decided an adventure.
A girl revealed the knowledge of a “magic place”. Almost only to non contradict the irascible girl all we accepted the adventure in the hinterland.
We overshot the inhabited centre and after a few minutes we travelled a tree-lined avenue with roots thwarting our walk. Very soon severe grave-mounds revealed the Etruscan necropolis.
We crossed a dug place ... and I started to feel strange sensations: the air was smothery and sticky, and the faces of my companions were rather haggard whereas I, perfectly at easy, breathed fresh air. I felt a curious excitement.
The sensation didn’t seem particularly unknown. Since child I was “sensiti
