From wind announcements to the "war" at sea, the step is short. Just enough time for an announcement chanted to the sound of a megaphone in the silence of that stretch of water in front of the exclusive oasis of Capo Caccia, the advanced tip of the Coral Riviera. The voice is peremptory, via radio and beyond. Flashing lights reflected on that turquoise expanse that stands out on the horizon of that sinuous coast perched on the hairpin bends between Alghero and Bosa. It is forbidden for fishermen and boats to approach. All the way back, for those who dare to make the daily gesture of crossing that stretch of sea, or those who, for the first time, had decided to explore the vestiges of nature, those of the dolphins and the exclusive Bue Marino cave.
Sea Gendarmes – The new sea gendarmes, those who have occupied that stretch of coast for days, fly the unknown flag of Palau. Nothing to do with the opposite bank of La Maddalena. That ship without stars, deployed in "war" against the Sardinian sea, has arrived here directly from the other side of the world, exactly from the Republic of Palau, an island state in the Pacific Ocean, 500 km east of the Philippines. A rock in the middle of the sea with just twenty thousand inhabitants, just enough to have a ship capable of sounding the length and breadth of the exclusive coasts of north-western Sardinia. The nose of this vessel is disturbing, but not as disturbing as the equipment it stores in the hold, towards the stern.
Halt - If it hadn't been for that halt announced last night to the fishermen of Alghero, this latest abuse would also have gone unnoticed. Instead, now that the radar traces return the wavy course of this ship, everything is clearer. The lords of the wind, having arrived from the other side of the world, have decided to put the sea of the island under attack, as if the time for bureaucratic papers was over. The time has come for predators of the Sardinian wind to measure the depths, latitudes and orography of the seabed, the time to devastate with the sound of cyclopean wind turbines to be shamelessly placed right there, a stone's throw from the pristine scenery of the Cetacean Sanctuary.
