The chimneys rise up in the grim sky of Portovesme like gun barrels aimed at the temples of a landscape marked by time. There are the old ones, which have remained suspended in the history of an industrialization brought down to the sound of astonishing promises laid on the deep bowels of blende and galena, made, in this desolate industrial land, both lead and zinc. There are the new ones, stuck like smoke skyscrapers a stone's throw from what remains of the flamingo route of Boi Cerbus, the poisoned lagoon near Paringianu. The avenue and street network of this industrial Manhattan has lost the reflective signs of the past, the tangled ruins of bankruptcies and closures have remained.
Bats and crucibles
Sheds wide open by the weather and by the looting of iron and copper, expropriated by bats and birds of all kinds, camped for decades among extinguished ovens and piles of dust transformed into crucibles of vitrified poison. Everything here seems to have stopped. Only the ovens of Portovesme srl, the Swiss flag, the world effigy of Glencore, Eni's heir in the metallurgical extraction of lead and zinc, march. And only the buckets of the cranes are agitated, grabbing coal with both hands from the coal ships that from everywhere take refuge behind the "rafts-ferries" that shuttle daily between the island of San Pietro and the "black" pier of Portoscuso .











