Since we were children we had to learn to weigh stones with bare hands. It was a work of precision, order and harmony, an art handed down from generation to...Read more
"The mattanza was a celebration, always. It was like a sacred ritual, punctuated by cialome and prayers, but also by a force that united us all." Emilio’s eyes dampen with...Read more
Io sugno sutta a stu scogghio e vio sta gente srana chi mi talia cu sti cose curiuse mise 'ntallocchie. Pinso subito: "Iddre sunno i scorfani! E quanto malusangu fanno...Read more
She waves slowly, the butterfly on the sea. To the north the cliffs of Cala Rossa, where the fiery sunsets paint the distant echo of the battle that bloodied the...Read more
"I was just a boy when I first entered the Florio Plant. I was a painter. Mr. Parodi, the owner, welcomed me as a son and he always loved me...Read more
There are so many rumors about Favignana quarries: even though everyone had warned me that I would not have found peace in that place, I prepared my luggage and I...Read more
Li sto aspettando da più di un'ora. I capelli mi stanno bene e la veste che indosso è la migliore che ho. Peppe l'ho fatto sedere sulla sua sedia preferita,...Read more
My name is Bugghio because my father was called that, this is my “inciuria” (nickname). My father was a good giant, two meters and five centimeters tall, and my mother...Read more
I am the Madonna del Mare (the Lady of the Sea), I live in the four island corners. Here the water raises the tuna and it lifts it towards death,...Read more
My name is Cannistraro Giuseppina but for everyone, on the island, I am simply the teacher Pina. For forty years I have taught the children of Favignana and, of each...Read more
