They are in a damned hurry, as if they have to carry off the proscenium of the Oasi del Cervo before anyone notices. From the next few days, however, despite the general mid-August also looming over the countryside, it will not be easy to go unnoticed. Thousands of steel pillars are already driven into the slopes of Gutturu Mannu Park, the link between the metropolitan city of Cagliari and Sulcis. Monte Arcosu, which stands out like a green giant on those lands, is not simply a protected oasis.
Primacy oasis
The annals do not escape this primacy: in that reserve there is the largest extension of scrub-forest and Mediterranean forest in Europe. However, nothing prevented the foreigners of the "panel" from suddenly dismantling an expanse of agricultural land, which had been confined within an area of Macchiareddu only due to industrial greed. The livestock that roamed those lands is locked up in a corner, inside a sheepfold that has been transformed into a "stables" for hens. In these parts, on those fields that line the first flat straight stretch of the Pedemontana, the road artery that runs along Monte Arcosu up to the Castle of Acqua Fredda in Siliqua and Gioiosa Guardia in Villamassargia, they can't rest. You walk by on a Friday night and find them fumbling around. You come back on a Saturday and they're driving steel pillars into the ground. They don't even spare themselves on Sundays, as if an extra solar panel were worth a mass. They have no time to waste, after all they have come from afar, and they have no intention of staying long in Sardinia.
Alps and Dolomites
To make that horizon that stands out on the door of the Monte Arcosu Oasis pale, they had to travel the Abruzzo Alps and even the Dolomites. It seems surreal, but in the presence of Uta and Assemini, the firms responsible for the assault arrive from the other side of the Tyrrhenian Sea. When you approach the start of work sign, faded by a deliberately worn marker and written exhausted by the looming heat, they look at you with the suspicion that they want to steal it. It won't happen, there it was and there it has remained, spelling out names and surnames, businesses and companies, ready to implement that project marked by an epitaph imprinted in the first lines of that sign that is as dirty as it is illegible. Recitation without frills: «construction of a photovoltaic system and connected infrastructures». The property is all an acronym: EEC Solar 2, almost a revenge. The provenance is not unknown: Pescara, via Caravaggio 125. One of the infinite Chinese boxes that make up the "foreign" chessboard who came to Sardinia to "sunshine" and incentives. An avalanche of state gifts handed out hands down to anyone who looks out on the shores of the island-colony to place cyclopean shovels or boundless expanses of photovoltaic panels.
