"Until a few days ago the sun was beating hard, triggering the nebulizers. The cows begin to suffer at 19 degrees. I think we had 26. Can you imagine that in November? In half a century the climate has changed so much". Luigi Nuvoli proudly observes the 150 cows of his company.
"If we imagine the future, we see agriculture as one thing only with environment protection. We are sorry to be often perceived as cynical exploiters of natural resources. Actually we are the first to demand the preservation of the ecosystem that guarantees our wealth. We lay on sandy, voracious soils.
"It all started in 1929 with my grandparents, an employee of the municipality of Venice and a housewife who arrived at the Marrubiu station, where they were entrusted him with a cart, two oxen, two cows, two pigs and a few chickens. They were essentially deportees, children of the great crisis of 1929. They settled here in this house. The farmer lived upstairs. Downstairs two families of settlers. They knew nothing about farming and sharecropping”.
Just below the noise of the machines the mussel shells beat and rub between them, as in a perennial undertow. The workers, protected during the long hours of noise from earplugs that look like stethoscopes, are bent over their segment of production. The first pour the mussels into the brushing machine.