Near Puerto Willians, the last town in the world before the Antarctic alone, there is a cemetery of white crosses that overlooks the canal Beagles. They are buried in a hundred Yamanas who were poisoned by the white man came from the north, Europe and even from Italy.
Sometimes I wonder why it is to push me this far to find something authentic. To find myself, but also the substance of stories that basically confirm the cruelty of man, his infinite capacity to produce evil.
Sometimes I wonder simply because they must search for these latitudes. Like if I wanted to run away, then that is an escape so to speak, then why not a day that does not reflect on Italy . That does not reflect its present and its future.
that will in the end, even thinking about it and think about it, knows the distance filter and put in perspective. From this remote and rugged land, the scene of such intense dramas, you can return to the right size is also the story of my city. It 's easier to think about desires, interests, disputes, disagreements, arguments.
And then, the gold diggers and the first them to sealers.
The sealers, before leaving the beach left some calves poisoned sea.
It took just before the Indians, hungry and looking for animal protein, more and more rare thanks to ruthless hunting of white hunters, bite the bait and die like flies.
I knew this story met three women in a cabin not far from the marina, a few years ago.
Melinda was here at home in the company of Ursula and Christina. Are three women among the last descendants of the people Yamana, a group of nomads who lived on the coast of Puerto Willians between the Beagle Channel and Cape Horn.
hunted with a spear and using slingshots and women wove clothes with their hair. Melinda has lost his entire family during an outbreak of pneumonia on the island of Dawson, where over two thousand and Yamana Onas were grouped at the beginning in 1889 by the Salesian missionaries evangelized to be fed and cared for.
Melinda died this year. On my return to the Land of the fire was no more waiting for me. And yes I had promised to clear up his memories to find the face of that young missionary who had known him as a child but could not remember who called De Agostini.
E 'remains the sister Christina, I am told that the country is the last Yamana still alive.
still weaves wicker baskets, craft he learned from his ancestors who using the same technique of sewing the bark canoes. In this maritime action only women could throw himself naked in the icy water with their clothes in the head, it was they who pilot the boats.
In the mythology of this people, the universe teeming with Yamanas struggling to gain the material existence, women have long dominated the world for their courage and ingenuity, before he seized power .
Even Ursula died some years ago.
And now I feel more alone.
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