“BuongiornoSarDegna” is the title of the book written by Sergio Zuncheddu, editor of this newspaper, now on newsstands with L'Unione Sarda. In the following lines we publish an anticipation of the volume with the note signed by the author and the introductory paragraph.

Author's Note

"I stepped aside, never having liked the extra part and because I always shunned any form of exhibitionism, even when ...". These are the words of Francesco Cocco Ortu, founder of L'Unione Sarda in 1889, in which I fully find myself. And they are the reason why I signed the first edition of Buongiorno SarDegna, published by the newspaper eight years ago, under the pseudonym Giuseppi dei Nur.

Being the editor of the daily newspaper that has become more and more widespread on the island also entails, with the privilege of informing loyal readers, the moral responsibility of helping them to shed light on the causes of poverty and hardship widespread in a large part of the Sardinian population. And to propose possible remedies, with the humility of someone who knows he is exposing only one of the myriad points of view that can be expressed on Sardinian issues. As perhaps, I like to think, the founder of the newspaper would have done. For this I sign the book.

I decided to update and integrate the contents of the first edition in order to erupt into the world scenario, in recent years, of themes that are changing ways of production and lifestyles and consumption on a global level. Sardinia will also be influenced and conditioned by this, due to the relevant economic and social effects on citizens, businesses and future generations.

Environment, sustainability, ecological and energy transition, circular economy, digital revolution, artificial intelligence and robotics, ESG factors are the new contents dealt with, with the aim of updating the vision of what Sardinia could be like in the middle of the century, in thirty years , taking into account the changes and opportunities that will arise. Opportunity not to be missed, once again, as happened in the past.

I also took the opportunity to better enhance the contents, always current, of the first edition, simplifying and drying the writing in order to make reading more fluid, without taking anything away from the core of the issues addressed and, I believe, worthy of being re-proposed.

I also updated the indicators on the state of the island's economy which, although rich in potential, still has a low per capita income and high unemployment rate compared to the regions of Northern Italy, despite expressing, like those, hard-working hands and intelligent and prepared young people. ". (...)

Sergio Zuncheddu

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PRELUDE

The Fantasy Reality

THE COUNTRY CALLED ENTROPIA. Once upon a time there was a village called Entropia, a name so singular that few knew its origin, nor did the inhabitants of the village care about the origin of that name or its millenary history, a past water which was not worth dealing with. The community was busy with things considered more important and did not find the time - or even the desire - to care about the near and distant past and future time. He lived for the day, in relative comfort and apparent well-being.

So it was.

Yet that was a pretty village, with a large territory for the small number of inhabitants, fertile and rich in natural resources and respectable people, with the obvious exceptions.

The village was accessed by sea, known as Mannu due to its considerable extension. Due to the mild climate, the beauty of nature and the flavors of the products of the earth, the inhabitants of the Neighbors or Far away countries, also of the national community, aspired to come here to enjoy that wonderful land.

Since the village called Entropia was isolated from the world, except for the unstable connections with the other shore, for benevolence or convenience an entrance pipe was placed where a fair amount of money was passed so that the inhabitants could improve the living conditions. and keep up with the times. The assumption was that an outgoing pipe connected to the local production system should also have been installed, which would have had to guarantee the liberation of the population from incoming transfers and reduce dependence on the outside. In fact, the development of local industrial activities favored by financing from Neither Near nor Far Countries should have supported the growth of the economic system, so as to reduce the poverty that had historically tormented the population, the protagonist of our story. However, the design remained on paper: the outgoing tube remained an unfinished work due to widespread responsibilities, wrong choices, manifest inability and incompetence of the local and national ruling classes. The village lost the opportunity to trigger a virtuous development despite the substantial investments that had to solve the economic and political problems, to the advantage of a people late with the appointments of modernity.

Instead, industrial plants were installed for international markets, from which raw materials also came, without relations with local resources and skills, perhaps limited but built by the population in its tiring and difficult journey.

The result was disorder, a condition that was said to have something to do with the name of the village, Entropia: smoking chimneys polluting the sky cleared by the mistral; iron planted in the flesh of a fertile land left to rust and offend it; waste of all kinds forming blood-red mountains and contaminating aquifers; landscape scarred by steel cathedrals emanating lethal scents; paychecks between reduction or zeroing, a weapon to be called by its real name: occupational blackmail.

It is deserted all around, due to the scarcity of industries capable of making a territory hungry for serious things grow. And own. They all seemed to be prisoners of a fictitious development model, stubbornly fueled by public resources, albeit in decay.

The illusion created in the population of being able to live with gradually decreasing incomes but with increasing disorder and confusion was fed by a part of the ruling class, which acted as if it were normal to entrust periodic regurgitations of autonomic pride with the task of placating the square. Or wear velvet clothes and cunningly present yourself as new, able to tune into the changing feelings of the village to solve huge and complicated problems.

Many of them engaged on issues that were often irrelevant but represented as of vital importance, wasting energy and talents in discussions that could have found better use in forums less distressed by economic problems. The solemnity with which we discussed was inversely proportional to the consistency and usefulness of the chatter which denoted ignorance of the real issues, offset by pretentious presumption.

Exponents of the ruling class, consumed by the arrival, reached such levels of irresponsibility as to use artifices to steal the good faith of naive people or who naive and gullible wanted to appear out of desperation. People who maybe voted for them, except repent seeing them at work. Then the institution of revenge was set in motion, as per tradition, and chased them away calling them, with good-natured irony, "Competent Summits".

Yes, because in spite of everything they were good people, those people.

That was more or less the case in the country called Entropy.

WHY THE NAME ENTROPIA . Confusion, disorder, chaos were the hallmark of the mythical village. Its condition was similar to that of an underdeveloped country, with an economic system so ramshackle that, even compared to the nation's less than brilliant average, the comparison was losing.

Disastrous is the comparison of its indicators with those of the country neither Near nor Far in first place in the national ranking of the richest countries, known as the country of La Madunina.

Thus, since disorder reigned supreme in the economic system, poverty was attached to the population like a mussel on a rock and no doctor was able to heal the sick or alleviate their suffering, someone decided to give it the name of Entropy. Yes, Entropia was called, since then, by changing the name known and always respected by the peoples overlooking the Mannu Sea: Sardinia. (...)

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