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INSPIRATION<\/h4>\n
\"Selargius\"
Chimney of the ancient distillery in Piazza Si ‘e Boi<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Yesterday, crossing the state road 554<\/strong> has been the end of the poetic, eco-sustainable and inspired journey, hurling me into the Metropolitan City of Cagliari<\/strong> among cars and heavy vehicles, asphalt often in disastrous conditions, disorderly construction, pollution, intolerance of motorists, indifference of municipal administrators involved in managing suburbs that seem to have lost all their identity. I already feel a great emptiness inside, a sense of apathy. Is it possible that my journey should end with this anticlimax?<\/p>\n

\"Selargius\"
Ex Spanish prisons<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

After passing the park of San Lussorio<\/strong> with the homonymous Romanesque church<\/strong>, I cycle around the town on this grey and rainy morning, to honour my sense of duty, that of treating all 377 municipalities equally and without prejudice.<\/p>\n

\"Selargius\"
Wall detail in the historic centre<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I observe and photograph historic buildings, the former Aragonese prison<\/strong> then Caserma Cavalleggeri<\/strong>, and also traces of mud bricks, ovens, stone seats next to the door of the house, buildings that recall a village of the past that has now disappeared.<\/p>\n

\"Selargius\"
Wall oven and stone sit<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Fortunately, in a corner of the historic core of Selargius<\/strong>, not far from the tall brick chimney of the former Si ‘e Boi distillery<\/strong>, I was hosted by Cinzia in the Maddrigga di Luna<\/strong> B&B, a beautiful renovated historic house. At the table with her and her children, I regain possession of the beautiful sensations associated with the sense of hospitality and sharing. It’s still raining outside. I count the municipalities that are missing but they are not enough to put me to sleep. A sense of restlessness returns: and after?<\/p>\n

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SOUND FRAGMENTS<\/h4>\n\n