The second circumnavigation of the island has officially begun. It starts again where it all began. As if nothing had happened, as if the direction of Rome hadn't given up even for a moment the unhealthy idea of surrounding the Sardinian sea with steel skyscrapers ready to soar over 300 meters in height. The last ambush is a poker of wind turbines to make common sense shiver, to alarm every law of the sea.
Shovels, missiles & poverty
Yet, once again, in the sea of Sulcis, poor and left with impunity without a future, and that of Teulada, devastated by bombs and missiles, an invasion of wind energy is planned to make you shiver. Hundreds of gigantic blades, the largest in the world, capable of budding and doubling on the same pylon, to strengthen the devastating impact on the skyline of the coast. To these gentlemen who came from overseas, crossing the Alps and fjords, the idea did not even cross the antechamber of the brain that this land in the middle of the sea, called Sardinia, was inhabited and that the horizon of the coast was not property of whoever arrives and places any monster he likes as he pleases. Instead, for Swedes and Germans, custodians of four new wind farm projects in the middle of the sea, there is no limit to the greed of multimillion-dollar incentives, to be consumed to the detriment of the landscape of the land that belonged to the Shardana. Businesses to be consumed with both hands on those Pnrr funds assigned to Italy to create development are relentlessly chasing after. They, who really didn't want to give that money, will now, through a thousand State prebends, try to recover everything and more, with wind bonuses and capital account contributions for those who will gut the Sardinian coastal landscape with blows of 310-metre propellers diameter. Basically the size of three football fields that rotate in the sky in the shape of paddles.
18 offshore projects
The work of grabbing the Sardinian sea seemed to have ended with the presentation of no less than 14 offshore wind projects, capable of attacking every side of it, from the Costa Smeralda to the Coral Riviera, passing through S'Archittu and Bosa, crossing the sea north of the 'Ogliastra up to Olbia, to be consumed on the Golfo degli Angeli passing through Pula, Domus de Maria, Teulada, up to the islands of Carloforte and Sant'Antioco, forever scarring the scenery of the Pan di Zucchero. And instead, no. The port authority of Cagliari publishes them in series, in one fell swoop. No procedural premise, as if even the admirals were tired of this invasion of the sea. These projects, the latest arrivals, have been thrown into the computer server only to say that they are officially published. The men dressed in white, with the code of the sea always at hand, no longer know how to write it. After all, they said it again and again in Rome and its surroundings: presenting projects everywhere, without criteria, without rules, means generating an indecent Far West, with a degradation not only of the public administration forced to examine indefinite projects, but above all with a aggression against the "sea" property that is unprecedented for an island region.
