Factories built on football fields where those who work today in Alcoa played as children. This is the reality of Sulcis, where it is rage that unites the generations. Young people here “hear themselves repeating every day that theirs is the poorest province in Italy”; they are helpless against their fate. So it is that the lack of work comes to represent an entire world that’s crumbling. The pace of dissolution is marked by the pounding of hard hats, an undeniable object of identity and tool of work and struggle, on the tarmac, and by the faces of the men and women from this part of Italy which has suffered more than any other. Due to the crisis, and due to a lack of truth.