Sardinia is burning: those cowards always go unpunished.

Here they are, the bastards with the fiery remote control are back. Punctual as death, like the curse that brought them into the world. Cowards. Sardinia burns, burns still. Millions of cubic meters of water and millions of euros rain down like tears on a land ravaged by flames. We always find the money. We find the planes, the helicopters. We find the teams on the ground and in the air. We find women and men ready to sacrifice their lives to save others. But there's no trace of these murderers. There's never a trace.

"Whoever destroys Sardinia is an enemy of our community. And will be treated as such," Alessandra Todde wrote yesterday at 10 pm. A point she had already made 48 hours earlier, faced with the death of nature across hundreds and hundreds of hectares of the Medio Campidano. Well, Mr. President, unleash hell on Sardinia's murderers. And do it now. Today. Deploy the best resources the Forestry Corps has at its disposal, waiting for all other law enforcement agencies to do their part. Let's leave no stone unturned. Let's track them down. Let's track them down. Let's arrest them. Let's condemn them. Let's punish them. And to throw away the keys, appeal to all politicians to have Parliament toughen the penalties. We're tired of wasting words, but above all, we're tired of watching our wonderful island go up in smoke, day after day, in another cursed summer.

Only by a miracle—someone up there loved us yesterday—are we not mourning the loss of human lives. But we've paid a very high price. Who will support our tourism entrepreneurs, who will help them believe again? Who will compensate for the nightmares of those who simply wanted to spend a day at the beach, perhaps after spending a fortune to come to Sardinia? Who will cover the damage to their reputation? And who will help our farmers start over, once again? Indeed, who will? The bureaucracy that left so many stranded among the Montiferru olive growers, brought to their knees by the fury of the fire three years ago? The bureaucracy—with the connivance of all political parties—that has once again turned the other way (for goodness sake, don't touch the reed beds!) on the path of prevention? Will we correct our course next spring?

Now, let's unleash hell ourselves. And let's do it all together. Anyone who knows, speak up. They must speak up. Do it for their children and grandchildren too. These murderers must pay.