(For those of you who think the title is one of the numerous undiscovered errors scribbled incoherently by the tottering fool who is the writer of this blog, rest assured that it was not meant to read “A Minor Bicycle in San Sperate, Sardinia.” Or maybe it was. Read on to decide.)
One this day, the 150th anniversary of the unification of Italy, we celebrate the rough cultural past of Sardinia, once a land of mines, malarial swamps and stone towers.
The picture above shows a bicycle, embedded in a wall of San Sperate, a village known for its murals, vegetables and fruits (especially peaches, but this time of year oranges).
We were being driven around the village by sculptor Pinuccio Sciola when he stopped the car and pointed to the bicycle above while I snapped a picture. “This bicycle belonged to a miner who used it to get to his job in the mines. He cycled 100 km every day each way. One day he got so tired he had to rest, so he put down the bike and fell asleep under a tree. When he awoke, he didn’t remember whether he was coming or going, so he went home and missed his day of work.”
Let’s raise a glass to difficult lives celebrated uniquely.