These images of the forties tell an Italy that no longer exists. A time when, being able to go to school and study was already considered a great luxury. Of a time when men, women and children indiscriminately, tearing the earth and the sea, the little that needed simply to survive. When the world was far away and the news reached the island only thanks to the "Postal" which, weather permitting, we carried the letters sent by relatives emigrated. Those seeking employment and fortune in distant countries, with only the dream of returning one day to his native land to live and get married. This Italy no longer exists, only the beautiful pictures in black and white of seventy years ago remind us how we were and how beautiful it was our country. Many, many things have changed for the better, the welfare of the island today is notable but the reverse of the card is bitter....
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The thermal pool situated a few yards from the harbour in the Island of Vulcano is continually fed by innumerable springs, from wich are emitted sulphuros vapours; very hot salty water and clay mud with a high content of sulphur. These are the three fundamental components of the bath and from their composition it is clear that the development of any pathogens is pratically impossible. The latest indications on thermal tretments state that all the sites have their own specialist treatments, to avoid the errors made in the past when some were said to provide miracolous cures for many diseases. The thermal spring of Vulcano can without a doubt be useful for three major groups of pathologies.
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The pass of Mont Cenis is used by thousands of years to cross the Alps It has always been considered a gateway to the Italian peninsula. Any person who, after crossing the impressive mountains in the French Savoie, wanted to reach the fertile Po valley, would be passed to the Col du Mont Cenis. Objects have fallen to the wanderers to the hill during this crossing of the Alps, which occasionally are found fortuitously, representing almost one clock time, and the time has stopped at the Mont Cenis.
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One of my friends recently bought a brilliant mudguard. It is as simple as can be, made of a bent plastic folio, and attached to the fork just over the front wheel. It is discrete and can be removed at any time. No mention about the negligible weight. So, kind of jealous not to have the same (I have a rear one but in some occasions a front one is cruelly missing), I asked him about the brand in the evening, and found it costs approximately 10E in bike shops. Which isn't a lot, but I thought why the hell giving so much money for something so simple...
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Nadine on the Trans Taklamakan Highway (TTH) in western China. The TTH is a newly built asphalt road which take you straight into the heart of the world's second largest sand desert. The dunes in the background are about 50-70 meters high.