HUMAN LABYRINTHS: sa terra

Sardinia —sa terra— is the island where my Dad was born. He left many years ago, looking for better opportunities on the mainland. The last time I visited Sardinia, it was 25 years ago during an unsuccessful and painful healing trip.  

During the Summer 2016, I went back and I found a mysterious territory where —as Italian writer Michela Murgia says— 'in a land in which silence is the vernacular, words are just places in the places themselves, and they give rise to worlds'.