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  • Suddenly, the night between 14 and 15 January 1968 an earthquake.
    The morning after Gibellina didn't exist anymore.
    Thirty years afterwards Alberto Burri covered Gibellina's ruins with huge, white, massive concrete blocks, tracing the no-more-existing city shape.

    Today, walls are fading to gray, some blocks are sliding down and some pioneer grass is growing into the cracks, but the visual and emotive impact of this place is very strong.

    Going up and down the small, snaking roads you may feel the old houses that shout under the concrete, the noise of old kitchens, the noise of ghost steps.

    But it is only the sound of the wind.
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