Rubble, everywhere. Two chimneys still perched on the horizon, symbol of an era shattered between thefts and failures, dreams and collective cheating. Layoffs and escapes, as befits most of those industrial stories that have damnably marked the modern history of the Island. Land of conquest, where private business becomes plunder, transforming into environmental devastation and degradation. For almost thirty years the piles of the old Arbatax paper mill, in the port enclave of Tortolì, have been a tax-free zone, not the coveted tax one. In the sense that everything is possible, where those who command "hover", but cannot be seen, where those who control are confused with those who devastate. A large "black hole" in the heart of an increasingly touristy oasis where world-class resorts are teeming, with a tourist economy that is making progress, albeit with a thousand difficulties.

From trees to shovels

The buildings that once turned trees into paper are no longer there, most having fallen under the blows of heavy vehicles paid to try to return that area to development. Nothing to be done, the only undertaking seems to be that reserved for public goods left at the mercy of anyone: transforming them into landfill, a place to hide, hide, dump waste from one's activities in an area until proven otherwise by everyone. Just to avoid paying the costs, most of the time imposing, of disposals aimed at increasing one's earnings by shifting the burden of disposal onto the community. Crossing that "free zone" from the sky is like entering a post-war film set, where everywhere you are warned of imminent dangers. Signs worn by time, made illegible by the Ogliastra sun, dot the advance of the camera on that disaster transformed by "grace received" into a wind-powered landfill on Sardinian land.

It works like this

Because it works exactly like this in this "colony" plundered by sea and land: they devastate the territories with wind turbines placed in the most exclusive places on the island, after a few years they dismantle them to make them bigger and earn more, and, in order not to spend nothing for the disposal of the old ones, they are looking for a "refugium pectinarum " where they can hide everything from the "snoopers" on duty. Here they found it. Apparently far from prying eyes, urbanistically still an industrial area, in fact a pile of decay closed to the outside. From today officially the "Sardinian cemetery of wind power", that of the "hardened" multinationals who came to Sardinia to make wind and money, spreading waste and devastation. When the shadow of the chimneys breaks on that "sea" of wind turbines lying on the ground, exhausted after having sliced the air of the Tacchi d'Ogliastra for years, you understand that there is no need for any effective epitaph: here they lie the wind "farms" of the glossy brochures , passed off as a "good thing", piled up as if in a timeless landfill, in the most impressive industrial scar on the eastern coast of the island. An infinite expanse of giant propellers, replaced between the peaks of Ulassai and surrounding areas, shortly before Covid turned the lives of Sardinians upside down. A stack of wind turbines that becomes a white-red wave among those buildings "bitten" by high-altitude jackhammers. Seeing that "wind cyclone" lying on the ground takes your breath away at the mere thought that those who made tons of money, grinding the Sardinian wind, did not have the "good manners" to dispose of those fiberglass ruins properly over many years and steel lined up in single file to mark the end of the first multinational assault on the island's peaks.

Decay & degradation

At first they even pretended to take them away, as befits a "factory" of wind and incentives. For years, with widespread silence and complicity, they kept them stored on the port quay, shamelessly occupying public land and maneuvering areas. When the first images began to raise doubts that, from temporary storage for departure by ship, that dock was being transformed into a port landfill, it was decided to "order", it is not known to whom and with what measure, to free the area.

Whose I am

An affront to the "potentials" of the wind forced to "evict" from a port that ultimately they thought they would occupy forever for their own use and consumption. In the end, however, they found a solution, just a stone's throw away: transporting and cramming everything inside the prohibited area of the Arbatax paper mill. After all, they will have said to themselves, that old industrial "mausoleum" will forever remain an emblem of degradation, adding "our" disused shovels to it will be an addition that no one will notice. In an instant the old paper mill, owned by the Region, became the largest "wind cemetery" on the island, with immortalized proof of how these wind "chimneys" are dismantled, destined to increase timeless wind landfills. They removed all fingerprints to trace them back to the owner: all we know is that each of them has a length of 39 metres, the same as the old blades in the "Sardaeolica" Park in Ulassai, the wind arm of the "Saras" oil company. All turbines replaced in 2019 to make room for longer blades, 44 meters, "stretched" to earn more money. It's a shame, however, that in that project there was no trace of the disposal of the old "slicers" of the sky. The "miracle" of the blades has finally been accomplished: Cartiera di Arbatax, the wind "cemetery" of multinationals in Sardinia.

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