You perceive that something is about to happen when you cross the border between Masainas and Sant'Anna Arresi, deep in Sulcis, the extreme border of the land expropriated by NATO. The checkpoints follow one another as in a checkpoint of the past. They stop everything from civilians to cars loaded with camouflage. Better to avoid hecklers and onlookers, before the great war, the one that will be unleashed from 27 April next, on the eve of "Sa die de sa Sardigna", close to that paradise of Is Arenas Biancas, the white dunes of Teulada. The Generals were almost indignant when Comipa, the Joint Joint Committee for military servitude, placed heavy reservations on these new fire wars in the Sardinian firing ranges.
War & Kindness
Woe to questioning the "goodness" and "healthiness" of these "exercises". For them, the environmental disaster put on paper by the criminal investigation of the Cagliari prosecutor's office is all an invention. The hell that is about to unleash in that outpost, for the "starry" men of the Ministry of Defence, is only an "extraordinary opportunity". They even have the courage to tell it with lots of "promised" economic gains for the territory that hosts them, as if the future of a community could depend on twenty days of bombing inside the house. The last General of State to juggle with "amazing" promises of economic well-being for Teulada and its surroundings had the audacity to mention, all in the minutes, even the benefits for the local laundries, evidently called upon to wash camouflage and related equipment. Too bad the MoD tender was a total flop. The Official Gazette writes: "The unlimited quantity laundry service in favor of the armed forces belonging to the North Atlantic Treaty (NATO) employed in the "Noble Jumpe 2023" exercises in Sardinia has gone deserted".
Lap of washing machine
Even the promise of a round of the washing machine fell through. It won't get better for the fallout on hotels and b & bs. When you look beyond that fence forbidden to anyone, in the Teulada shooting range, you realize that the hotels have been built from scratch. Never an occupation of such an impact on those 7,200 hectares of military servitude in Sardinian land. Thousands of beds in tents, with real villages sprung up like mushrooms on the northern front, within sight of the border road.











