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Lo sapevate che " U tuppettu" è uno dei giochi popolari di derivazione più antica? Sono state ritrovate delle trottole perfettamente conservate negli scavi della città di Troia, negli scavi a Pompei, in Mesopotamia e nel lontano oriente, in Corea e in Giappone, con molte varianti ludiche! #mdfincentives #tuppettu #eventprofs #incentivesinsicily
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This is your Monday morning reminder that you can handle whatever this week throws at you. A Vacation in Sicily, for example.
#mdfincentives #tours #incentives #eventprofs #booknow #sicily
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Never waste any amount of time doing anything important when there is a sunset outside that you should be sitting under.” – C. JoyBell C
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.. It was beautiful and full of lovely women and had many “golden sunsets on a blue sea #sicily #summer #mdfincentives #slowtours #relax #sunsets #ilovemyjob #eventprofs
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Are you arriving in Sicily with a cruise ship? Book one of our amazing offshore excursions mdf incentives & slow tours
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#sicily #stories #narrative #bufalino #100sicilies #Sicilyisthetemptationsofthedesertandthesun #mdfincentives #slowtours #literarure

CENTO SICILIE / 100 SICILIES

Gesualdo Bufalino

“According to the atlases Sicily is an island and it may be true, atlases are honourable books. But you want to doubt it, when you think that the concept of an island usually corresponds to a solid clump of races and customs, while here everything is odd, mixed up, changing, as in the most hybrid continent. It’s true that there are many Sicilies, we won’t ever be able to count them all. There’s the green Sicily of the carob tree, the white one of the Trapani Salt Reserve, the yellow sulphur one, the blond honey one, the purple lava one. There’s the “foolish” Sicily, so good-natured as to appear stupid: a “smart” one, cunning, devoted to the most practical rituals of violence and fraud. There’s a lazy Sicily, a frenetic one; one that wears itself out in the stress of stuff, one that plays out life like a Carnival script; lastly one that juts out from a crest of wind in a fit of dazzled delirium…Why so many Sicilies? Because over the centuries Sicily’s destiny has been to act as a link between the great Western culture and the temptations of the desert and the sun, between reason and magic, the temperateness of feeling and the heat of passion. Sicily suffers from an excess of identity, who knows if it is good or bad. Certainly for those born there the happiness of feeling at the heart of it all lasts for a short time, to be replaced by the misery of not knowing how to unravel the thread of one’s own destiny from thousands of complexities and interwoven blood lines. For a Sicilian, to understand Sicily means to understand oneself, acquit or condemn oneself. But it also means to define the fundamental tension that torments us, the wavering between claustrophobia and claustrophilia, between love and hate of seclusion, which leads us to be tempted by expatriation or enticed by the intimacy of the nest, the seduction of living as a solitary vice. I mean, insularity is not just a geographical segregation, but it carries others with it: those of the province, the family, the room, of one’s own heart. Hence our pride, diffidence, reserve; and the sense of being different. Different from the invader…, different from the friend who comes to visit but speaks an enemy language, different from the others, and we too are different, from each other and each of us from himself. Each Sicilian is indeed a unique psychological and moral ambiguity. Just as the whole island is a mix of mourning and light, and makes death seem incredible, unacceptable. Elsewhere death can maybe be justified as the natural outcome of each biological process, here it seems scandalous, the gods’ envy. The islanders’ pessimism comes from this tyranny of dying…. a pessimism of reason, almost always accompanied by a pessimism of will. Our reason is obviously not that of Descartes, but that of Gorgias, of Empedocles, of Pirandello. Always balanced between myth and sophistry, between calculation and dementia; always ready to turn into its opposite, just like an image which reflects its other side in the irony of the mirror. The result of all this, when one doesn’t succeed in fleeing from the island or doesn’t wish to, is an emphatic solitude. It may be said that Sicily is on the way to becoming Italy. For now the island continues to curl up on the sea like an hedgehog, with its truculent wines, the pleasant preserves, the Arabian jasmine, the knives, the sawn-off shotguns. Inventing the days like moments of perpetual theatre, farce, tragedy or melodrama… and from this theatrical dimension derives, also, the susceptibility to catcalls, applause, the opinion of other people (the terrible “eye of the people”); and the shame of lost honour; and the shame of getting ill……..That’s not all, there are other Sicilies, we won’t ever be able to count them all…”

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