Yet a translator was not needed, even an illiterate would have understood it. After all, it would have been enough to climb those gentle bends of olive trees and vineyards, red-hot ears of wheat and green sparkling holm oak woods, to understand that that name was no coincidence. When Giovanni Battista Tuveri, mayor, jurist and enlightened philosopher, decided to change the name of his town, he did not hesitate. He looked at the skyline and decided: Collinas. Since 1863 this village nestled at the gates of Marmilla has been the synthesis of an almost surreal landscape, designed with soft colors and maternal sinuosities. Perched on a blaze of silence and peace, this fairy-tale town dotted with Nuraghi and Giants' Tombs is a hanging garden suspended over the great plain, that of Campidano.
Arrubia crown
It stands, together with Villanovaforru, on an amphitheater of reddish basalt, until it becomes the most farsighted of Sardinia's tourist-territorial projects, which takes its name from that geological essence: "Corona Arrubia". Despite everything, however, there are those who, arriving in this archaeological-botanical inlet, thought they were in a no man's land, in a useless crossroads between the two royal icons of Eleonora d'Arborea, the castles of Sanluri and Sardara.
Slice and grind
For the new colonizers it is a mere naturalistic-environmental proscenium without art or part, to be destined without ignominy to the most violent financial speculation, the one that slices the air and grinds incentives. They didn't have the slightest problem throwing into Sardinia's "wind sewer" yet another project destined to replenish the profits of the most unscrupulous enterprise of the new millennium, the exploitation of the wind, the grazing and furious wind that falls like a slot machine on the lands of Marmilla, as in those of Barbagia, passing through the Logudoro, wearing out the olive trees of S'Ortu Mannu di Villamassargia, in the Sulcis Iglesiente.
Storm blows
Yet they should have perceived, if they had had a modicum of sensitivity, that the right wind was not blowing to welcome them with open arms. Sure, they may have had some winks, some guarantees will have been given to them, but the clear uprising of the mayors and local communities should have suggested milder advice. Instead, instead of turning away from the Marmilla, they have clearly seen to expand the wind power climb of those "collinas", to the point of daring where no one had ever dared yet. It is the very name of the project that defies common sense: «Collinas wind farm». Stamped paperwork just bureaucratically armored in ministerial sarcophagi, those dedicated to "Energy Security" and, if something is left over, to the Environment. The wording of the bureaucratic process recounts the dawn of the state exam: «Administrative verification - Documentation not available for the selected procedure».
