Sicily...Caltanissetta....Sulfur mines.

Countless writers and poets have written about the life of sulfur mines. Just think of Pirandello with "Ciaula scopre la luna" or Sciascia, who described the sulfur mines as "a great opening to the world, a great opportunity for self-awareness for the Sicilian people".

Undoubtedly, sulfur extraction marked the economic development of the region of Nisseno and beyond. However, history is not just a collection of successes and wealth. In fact, while the already rich became richer, it was the already poor who suffered.

And so, the narrative is inverted, and life becomes filled with sacrifices and infinite pain, especially for those men, those children, those young boys, forced by their extreme poverty to bury their existence hundreds of meters underground, only to resurface in the evening...all amidst dark and foul-smelling tunnels, where "Lady Death" could be lurking around any corner.

Death, often with its immense cloak, left no escape for many. Just consider that the year 1958 was one of the most devastating in the history of the sulfur mines, with a total of 339 deaths, almost one death per day. These numbers would provoke a strong public outcry today.

Fortunately, by the end of the 1970s, all of this came to an end. However, the mines did not move from their place, transforming into monuments that tell stories of sacrifices, pains, deaths, lives, darkness, light, smells, and flavors.