It's the sign of the times. A dark heap of salt stands out on the horizon, as if the white of history had stopped moving along the banks of the great lagoon. A mechanical arm of an excavator scrapes the guard channels. The flamingos, always pink, sail from Molentargius to Santa Gilla. For the rest, here, in what was the most visionary environmental and economic revolution of a swamp transformed into a salt factory, everything seems to have stopped. Silence has descended like a guillotine on an oasis pierced by economic interests to the detriment of environmental ones. Here, as often happens in Sardinia, the state bodies made money, shovelfuls, scraped the bottom, and then, they ran away. For years, the "chemical-physical characterization" of the entire salt pan area has been invoked, ie the analysis of groundwater and substances that may have altered the subsoil over time and beyond. Nothing is known about it, as if the taboo of possible pollution had severed the vocal cords of those who have the duty to harness past and present misdeeds.
“official” gates
Many, over the years, have crossed the "official" gates of those salt pans concocted in front of Giorgino by a visionary engineer like Luigi Conti Vecchi, capable of transforming a receptacle of malarial mosquitoes into an oasis of salt and work. Service flashing lights and those of the police entered, once to escort heavy loads, the other to seize documents and ascertain possible pollution. Yet nobody talks about the state of health of this salt flat, as if that strip of land torn from the ancient swamp were confined to a treasure chest of secrets and mysteries. The narratives of those who worked there in the past, however, go far beyond those methodically recorded accesses from that entrance cage. There are those roads marked only by tall grass inside the "militarized" border, complete with networks and cameras, which mark the counterbalance between the industrial plant, the chlor-soda plant, and the management of the salt marshes. Just look at those spots on the border from above to realize that if the grass doesn't grow there must be a reason.
Total constraint
