Travel in Mugello, where the water system was destroyed and the water are precipitated hundreds meters. Where once proliferated trout, crayfish and protected vegetation there are now only deep canyon envoy PAUL RUMIZ
SAN PIERO A SIEVE - No need seismographs to figure out where the tunnel passes by Tav between Bologna and Florence. Just follow a trace of forests withered, empty beds, rubble. Even the boar refuse to live there. On the "great work" there is a trail of "major disasters" that indicates faithfully.
We traveled to the North, and was enough to understand that part of Tuscany. Mugello, crucial point of the climb over the Apennines. The damage they have just quantified the courts: only € 150 million for the illegal disposal of soil excavated. Then there are the abandoned construction sites, quarries and landslides.
The worst is the water system destroyed: not enough to repay funds. Between 750 million and one billion 200 million, for twenty-two minute drive less. Disappeared or nearly 81 streams, 37 springs, 30 wells, 5 water supply: around 100 km of waterways.
But the numbers are nothing. To get an idea must feel the dusty smell of the mountain dead. Redo the paths of the Gothic Line, the brambles, as in war. Only this time the damage has not made them the generals but the engineers, which may be worse. The bomb wounds heal. These still remain. You have been warned: we are not faced with a natural event, but to something biblical.
Tace Carzola the river valley. No more birds. The flap has plunged a thousand feet and the mountain is in shock water. It rained all winter, but the conifers are dead, dying oaks. There were salmon, trout, shrimp, now nothing. A catastrophe like Vajont, but down
Powder, silence. In the canyon opens up a window service. It is unguarded, could enter man and beast. One hundred feet below, the tunnel that swallowed everything. Technicians can remember when it happened. A jet exploded from 400 liters per second to thirteen atmospheres. Since then, even if the surface down the valley to the north, groundwater discharge to the south, to Florence. And Mugello dry, who cares.
Paolo Chiarini, 30, an environmental engineer, grew up on rivers, and when the Carza suddenly disappeared one day in February 11 years ago, was the first to notice. He ran into town to warn, but they answered Julia: "Of course, it is not snowing." He understood immediately that the only water that was interessavagli Italian than tap water, and did the only possible choice: to fight alone. Since then Paul
beat each stream and collected data. Today there is a guide on this road partisan. A Campomigliaio was the natural pool of Florence. Then came the bloody mole that has "impacted" the water and now the bed is just a ridiculous sign "No fishing" and, upstream, a sewage drain dry. The
Carlone was an angler's paradise. Today it is littered with broken glass from the bungalow, scrap metal, pipes, tanks, rusty caterpillar. On one wall, the words "Hello, it was nice." Below, a stream in agony. But upstream is worse. A dirt road in the middle of a forest faded, flanked by the tubes that until recently have pumped water to keep the torrent alive. A fiction.
Above a mountain of rocks soaked asphalt adhesive, oils and asphalt. When it rains, the sludge tank on the school catchment of the town of Money, which collects a little water. Pure, was to be bottled unfiltered. All that material could be reused in the tunnel, as the Gotthard Tunnel in Switzerland. Here, however, has brought with him completely on the surface. And in the hole brought fresh gravel, opening dozens of useless on the mountain quarry. That is why the Tav has cost five times the expected.
San Piero a Sieve rail fast ball out of rifle and slips under the Mugello motor racing circuit. We are in the heart of the basin, the Apennines lose harshness, the horror becomes bucolic. Among the farms Bagnone the stream has disappeared. A little further on, even the boss. Nine years ago they jumped all sources together, recalls the lawyer Marco Rossi following civil cases. "When the river was gone, people thought it would come back. But he did not return. After. The trucks arrived. Then the wilting rose to Farfereto and Striano. A
Sergio Piedrahita did everything. They took the water for the animals, the forest did collapse, cracks opened in the house, partially destroyed the orchards, dust, earthquake sleep with explosions, the most fans, buzzers beep, alarm whistle, the roar of trucks in reverse . Then, in the yard closed, they restored the land with clods mixed with cement, plastic and rusted iron.
Piedrahita 30 000 € spent on lawyers, senzaaiuto local authorities. The Italian is only in front of the powerful. He did not spring, but many others are tired. They know that most of the damage, are the processes in life to eat. That is you end up having to pay. The policy set your pants it's already so much whether the auditors were able to get to the route of the tunnel.
goes up to the yoke of Scarborough. He is a "trek" in the devastation. Dying conifers, chestnut trees in distress. In a month the animals flee from here. A Lugo saw "the deer go down to drink from saucers of the gardens." It had never happened before 2006, when the Tav has stopped pumping water "sham" in height.
After the ridge, the slope of Santerno slams us before the last sacrilege. Sieve on the side of wells surveyed had departed by the name of saints and blessed. Here, the Abbey of Moscheta, worse things happen. They have stolen the holy water. The church, to fill his old watering hole was dry, water has to get shot by Fiorenzuola. Also for those damned twenty-two minutes.
addition opens up an abyss of Dante, the canyon called Hell. It was the top of the Mugello, marked on all the guides. Trout, shrimp, mosses. Above, the path where once Dino Campana went to Florence meeting of musicians and bands of river fishermen. Today you walk among huge boulders to dry and sanded, a sign of sacred power killed the man. Who will pay for all this? Which country will ask for your account?
The river is thrown into hell Santerno, where the huge crater opens the middle station of the Table Round, the devastation. Ninety quarries. Ninety scars. And it is only the prelude to the last and most frightful wound. The more distant, less visible. The sentence, execution and death of the stream Diaterna, with the dual source forked below the Sasso di San Zenobi.
Now we proceed on foot, including gravel terrible fords Algerians, here in the Italy of the middle end of winter. Three years ago saw and photographed Chiarini tanks full of rotting fish. Since then it has biological death. Oaks falls, dust, wind, lizards. Below, tunnel fires its trajectory in a background load of wet asphalt. Above, the dazzling whiteness of a secret. The village of Castelvecchio - over the last window of TAV in Tuscany - suoacquedotto lost in '98. Now want to build a reservoir to compensate for the snatch.
But to put that water? Which channel? Cement's watersheds? Covering them in resin? Covering the destruction with a further havoc? The word disaster is not enough.
The journey is over. "What does the future only God knows" mutters Pierre Ballabio, the Mountain Community of Mugello. "With the new law on works great, the municipalities will have even less say. We are close to the militarization of the territory. So much for federalism. "
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