In tourist brochures they will write false. That Sardinia is forbidden, forbidden to Sardinians and beyond. Denied to civilians and tourists, complete with ordinances and barbed wire. Unapproachable. Indeed, in the "yellow-tourist" signs there is also written: forbidden to approach, armed vigilance. In other words: stay away or we'll disappear. Not bad as a welcome. That piece of Sardinia, painted by white dunes and turquoise waters, is dotted with signs even on the beaches. Even in that case the invitation is peremptory: forbidden to approach, unexploded bombs. In practice, if you put a foot on the shore, you jump in the air. In short, you don't need a good anti-militarist manual to understand the impact of that NATO polygon in the last strip of Sardinian land towards Africa. Up until a few weeks ago, armies from all over the world "played" at war in those land furrows sculpted by bombs and missiles, tracked vehicles and military bulldozers, from the Norwegians to the Germans, passing through the Americans and Belgians. The Germans, in the guise of arms dealers, also brought a patrol of Leopards, the most powerful of the tanks.
Weapons and green fair
Here, in the Teulada shooting range, they ran like madmen, chased only by thorium powder and the eagerness to show the efficiency of those "jewels" of military devastation. After all, the gentlemen of Rheinmetall , the owners of Domusnovas' Rwm, let him sail the seas of northern Europe in the hope of convincing the cashiers of the Italian Army to drop a few billion, at least three, to buy a patrol boat to roam around during the he year among the mastic trees and the myrtle of Teulada. The chronicles of the stars have distributed eloquent images of bombings in the middle of the coast, with simulated conflicts between one bank and the other of Capo Teulada. They didn't spare themselves even on the last day of the Noble Jump 2023 exercise, the noble jump. Dozens of journalists from all over Europe who have come here to document, held by the hand like a school class, the wonders of those means of warfare. No one explained to him that those weren't war exercises, but much more simply a real arms fair. Everyone knows it, but few say it: inside Teulada there are no exercises, but bombs and missiles are consumed with the ultimate, or perhaps primary, aim of subsidizing the war industry, Italian and beyond.
