On the proscenium of war there were even seats for VIPs. The flags of the allied states are at attention in front of the international television cameras when the generals burst in to tell their war in Sardinia. Roses and flowers, if you listen to them, for them it's all well-being distributed with both hands, as if in these twenty days in the Teulada valley they had multiplied the loaves and fishes to excess. They tell what they want, obviously, with lots of praise to the troops, to the immeasurable power of the weapons deployed in that combat theater, nestled between the cursed peninsula, devastated by radiation and cyclopean bombs, and the enchanted dunes of Is Arenas Biancas.
Bombs & silence
Nothing, not even a word, for that inferno of fire that has swept from dawn, for the umpteenth day, a protected area where it is forbidden for humans, Sardinian and beyond, even to walk there, where accessing it by car would be from seizure without appeal, complete with withdrawal of driving licence. The signs on those stretches of sea are the mocking contradiction of any minimum common sense: it is forbidden to enter due to the danger of unexploded war residues, or it is forbidden to walk to protect the sandy dune system. And yet, here, in the extreme edge of Sardinia, where one of the few radio frequencies that can be picked up is Tunisian, you realize what is happening only when you look out over that barbed wire that separates those seven thousand hectares, taken from shepherds and farmers, from the rest of the world.
Forbidden to look
The orderly, with a glittering camouflage of dangling stars, would even like to deny you the entrance of the gaze: His superiors who follow one another to order the prohibition of taking photos or videos climb on laws that they do not know or that they interpret to their use or consumption . They probably taught him as children: forbidden to show. They are right to try in every way to prevent people from seeing what is happening beyond that fence. Too bad that yesterday morning at dawn, the final day of Noble Jump 2023, they weren't alone, when they triggered one of the most violent operations ever carried out in front of Capo Teulada, once a land of nuraghes, farms and cultivated fields. Nine nations, including Americans and Italians, all armed to the teeth to demonstrate that NATO is there, ready to take sides anywhere and quickly. It is a pity that to prove it they have once again chosen Sardinia and the "protected area" shooting range of Teulada, where everything is allowed, without a shot being fired. Usually the golden rule is to hide everything, to "protect" in any way those nefarious attacks on the environment of one of the most exclusive areas of the island. This time they couldn't do it, despite the smiles and pats on the back distributed left and right in order to tell their truth about this hellish exercise that hit the south coast of Sardinia, from Porto Pino to Tuerredda, the most exclusive beaches in the area. There were so many that they couldn't hide, they couldn't hide the evidence of the crimes.
