Deciding to go for a walk to let your thoughts wander freely, only to find yourself, almost by chance, high up in the hills, admiring a landscape steeped in a nature that is wild yet gentle, welcoming, and strong.After a bend, at the very end of the narrow street winding through the village — made of houses hugging one another — just when you least expect it, She appears. Rising higher than all the rest, she stands as the last presence before the woods and the pristine wilderness.At first glance, she appears noble, austere, severe, with a veil of sadness, as if she had lost her deepest and truest soul. But then, your gaze shifts just a little, and you discover all her strength: the dry stone walls, the olive trees that seem to intertwine overhead with the wild vegetation, the hidden paths reclaimed by nature, the murmur of a nearby stream.And it is right here that everything becomes clear, that you understand the meaning of this wandering: you realize you belong to this place, that it is exactly what you were searching for without knowing it. And you know you want to protect it, to restore its dignity and value. Because it deserves it, because its history deserves it, because you deserve it.