The Holy Week spent in Sicliy revealed us that near the feverish concrete Italian modern life there exists a parallel reality, a world where people can still feel things in the purest and innocent forms.
The Holy Week spent in Sicliy revealed us that near the feverish concrete Italian modern life there exists a parallel reality,a world where people can still feel things in the purest and innocent forms. In Buseto , Marsalla, Mezzojuso and Trapani we found men and women linked to the same passion . They were either playng scriptural scenes , either staying petrified like living statues under the burning sun for an entire afternoon , either carrying tons of altars for more than 24 hours. Voluntary heroes for the communities where they belong… I never thought that their tired tears of joy can impress me so much. We might think that only older people actively participate in this religious event - La Settimana Santa.But traveling over the last three years in the island I realized that the tradition was transmitted with the same intensity to the younger generation too.