Beyond that exclusive " jungle " of inebriating junipers, marvelous secular oaks, fragrant myrtle, and colorful strawberry trees, there is the fantastic paradise of Piscinas. Any successful advertiser, with a little farsightedness and vision, would have asked Marco Mengoni, winner of the Sanremo festival and Italian icon at the next world song festival, to sign the release to launch that " advert" on the " jungle ” by Piscinas.
“Jungle adventure”
Objective without preamble: to transform that "jungle" into the most "adventure" message, capable of breaking the mold and promoting that "primordial" oasis of Ingurtosu, in the Municipality of Arbus, in the world. Instead, no. Better to throw money to the wind, obviously public, to print packs of four-color brochures to be thrown away in the bins of tourism market fairs, rather than take advantage of a "free" testimonial who tells live on the radio the journey-adventure faced to impress on the covers of his records, destined to travel the world, the paradise of the dunes of Piscinas. In this mining land, seduced and abandoned, devastated by negligence and unpunished disfigurements, where the ancient, unique and prestigious vestiges inexorably collapse without anyone batting an eyelid, one can even afford to send to hell the one who has chosen its proscenium exclusive to immortalize his musical success. Yet it happened, surreal, but it's all engraved in the headlines of half of Italy: "Marco Mengoni denied citizenship of the Municipality of Arbus". As proof of low-cost "balentia" it's not bad. Getting hurt yourself for free is not trivial stuff, especially in times of crisis. The reality, however, in this wild earthly paradise, is quite different. The roads are fortunately mule tracks, there is mud when it rains, dust when the sun beats down, like in a wild and authentic "jungle". You get everything, everywhere, from the sky, from the sea and from the ground. Here, in this hermitage unknown to the most, you have to proceed at a walking pace: wonderful iconic deer cross you, haughty and masters of the "jungle", agile and impetuous wild boars, the only ones who have never seen a bag of rubbish to eat, goats coming off a red carpet , sober and elegant, climbing trees and ridges. “Jungle”, indeed. Perhaps the last, unsullied and enchanted, in this Sardinia sacked by predators arriving from the sea, land and air. A paradisiacal, true, authentic "jungle" to be protected and safeguarded, not nuraghes of "golden cardboard" built to finance a promotion system which, if it weren't inelegant, could be defined as "rough" or "narrow-minded".
Noisy silence
Those "decomposed" reactions, not to use more appropriate terms, to Mengoni's story, had an effect as sensational as it was devastating, transforming that definition of "jungle", understood as an icon of exclusivity and adventure, into a negative meaning and regrettable. In short, so much noise to hurt yourself. Meanwhile, however, everyone distracted by the "jungle" of April, the silence becomes noisy, yes, guilty and complicit, of what is happening in that oasis in the heart of the last real desert dune in the Mediterranean. A curtain of silence, a merciless veil, on what the photographic reportage that we publish on this page has immortalized in the last few hours, precisely in that proscenium of Piscinas. When you arrive close to that horizon line between the sea and very fine white sand, after having crossed the charming green road and the granite arch of the royal direction of the Ingurtosu mine, you come across, as if you were in an industrial , rather than in a naturalistic oasis, in bulldozers and heavy vehicles, all prohibited by law. They shape public and private car parks, furrow the exclusive oasis as if laws, decrees and prohibitions were waste paper.
Forgotten signs
Only one of the signs has remained legible, that of 1984 when the Ministry of Cultural Heritage decreed that mining structure, lying on the dunes, a national historical monument, as such inviolable, unchangeable, protected like the Colosseum. The ministerial call is engraved on a yellow sign, worn by the sun and time, but always clear and legible. What is not decipherable, erased by the use of a soft marker and by generalized silence, is the sign, the one that is mandatory everywhere, which should tell what has been authorized in this oasis and on that monumental historical asset subject to absolved from the ministry. To find out, you have to rely on the photographic gaze, the only one that can document the umpteenth pouring of cement that is pouring into a place as exclusive as it is inviolable. The distortion of elevations, perforated and gutted roofs to obtain suites was not enough, as if that constraint were a superfluous tinsel, now, on that architectural asset, a further casting of cement is cast, documented in every detail. We publish the eloquent images of those new reinforced concrete walls that stand out like an indelible wound on the dunes, as if the oasis existed only on paper. For those who authorized those works, if they authorized them, the sentence of the Sardinian Tar which had rejected the company's appeal with very serious reasons on what was happening in Piscinas was worthless. Works which, according to the administrative judges, had «determined the evident alteration of the structure subjected to historical architectural constraints» . The judicial assembly of Piazza del Carmine in Cagliari had rejected the appeal of the owners of the Hotel Le Dune, the one that is turning upside down in Piscinas, with a statement that should have " inhibited any further compromise of the protected area" . No way, much clamor for the "jungle" of Mengoni, absolute silence for this new affront to that historical-monumental asset. Quick to unleash sterile controversies on nothing, absolute silence, on the other hand, on the environmental and architectural heritage violated in defiance of that "punctual constraint" affixed by the Ministry of Culture on that mining monument.
Forget yourself
Here, starting from the administrations that would have authorized, everyone seems to have forgotten the decree of the Ministry of Cultural Heritage of 11 December 1984, which had imposed the monumental-historical-architectural constraint. The consequence of that provision is reported in all the laws that followed, including the 2009 housing plan invoked to carry out those works, those of last year, which had "altered" the monument, and those that appeared in recent days. The same regional provision is clear and explicit: «The interventions envisaged in articles 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6, - i.e. the whole house plan -, are not allowed on real estate of artistic, historical, archaeological or ethno-anthropological interest bound by the Code of Cultural Heritage and Landscape". In summary: we are indignant about the fantastic "jungle", we are silent, however, for the disfigurement of nature and the monuments of that exclusive earthly paradise of Piscinas.
