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TAP ONE, IN THAT SILENCE, GIVES THE SHUDDERS

   We arrive at the sea and 'late afternoon. And 'the second time in a few days that I dive in these waters, before the remains of' Old Kaulon now surmounted by the Stilo lighthouse. To do so I gave an 'other diving, I know' why '. The magic of the place strikes me again as we begin to swim from the shore and immerse ourselves in a few meters' water. 'S full immersion and' never deep. Ionian surrounds me with its deep blue, its transparency, its silence, its peace. It seems impossible that more 'than 2,700 years ago in these waters has shot down a tidal wave of unprecedented violence, able to overwhelm and drag with it houses, men, animals, and an entire temple ... The Temple where, according to friends Mario and finally, were the Bronze Statues. Violence and that 'repeated several' times throughout history, because the regular periodic earthquakes of this part of Italy '... Swim for a few minutes and here is the temple, or at least what's left: In front of us, slowly emerging from the blue drums of its columns, segments more 'than 800 kg, scattered here and there' on the sandy bottom ... we approach. Tap one, in that silence, puts chills, and my companions' diving turn in my mind so many faithful who came to witness their devotion. We hover in midwater, with no weight and filled with wonder. The sacredness 'of the place and' tangible, the sea seems to have preserved intact the force. We continue to swim in a surreal landscape. An octopus is left to take and stroke, while little more 'in the' a parrot fish seems to sleep between the rocks, a clear sign of the gradual warming of the sea. And indeed the sea this evening and 'soft warm "liquid" and we rock tenderly as a mother. Bewitched, vagabonds subt 'water for more' than an hour before re-emerging, and it is evening. We're not the same people who are immersed, something within us, and 'changed. And before our eyes dreamy, twilight embraces this sea of peace, while the Lighthouse sheds its light around. Giuseppe Alvaro (CH)


   
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