The mine Racalmuto in Sicily, it’s one more rich deposits of salt in Europe: a huge lens of rock salt contained in the heart of a mountain. Here it continues to resist the mining culture of Sicily through which a territory marked by a very high unemployment rate are still working and support dozens of families of miners. Going down in the mine, leaving behind the light, to enter into the bowels of the earth, where the work of man has created miles of tunnels, which penetrate the mountain for hundreds of meters below the surface. The feeling of claustrophobia immediately turns in astonishment. Galleries are not the narrow passages I expected, but large, enchanting and engaging, with streaks and textures worthy of a baroque cathedral. The mine is like a womb, it is the 'beginning', it’s here that there was the sea millions of years ago, when there was still no trace of man. Entering and descending through the network of tunnels is a step back in time. In the mine, time stops, losing track of it, the darkness and the shadows are the guardians of this kingdom which contrast with the white reflections of salt only illuminated by the machines that dig up to 7 meters of tunnel per day. The light. It's a lunar landscape, where the lights of machinery, completely covered by a white powder, seem eyes of unknown creatures. Thanks to the work of the miners, over 500 tons of salt each day, left in the hands of oblivion, come to the sunlight. The trucks go up from the depths of the earth doing constantly back and forth to bring the salt crystals to the refinery. Here the light is blinding, made of flares, a blanket of white "snow" wraps everything. Daily dozens of workers select and package it to create that product that is so familiar to all, but which in just a few can imagine the origin. It is thanks to the courage, passion and professionalism of these men that at every moment the rebirth of a particle of the universe is accomplished.
