[...]Engineers passed by, calling one by one, arriving at the estate.
They estimated, but it's not like we knew they had to make this lake.Then I started hearing from the population that they had to make the
lake. Everyone said: - They're making the lake, they're making the
lake-. We didn't have the strength to knock them down and we were
afraid. They said they had to do this, but we didn't believe it. We
hadn't seen it.[...]Then they came with the papers to expropriate the
property and they expropriated us from everyone who belonged to us under
the water. They made a document and one had to sign, the statement of
consistency. There was no price. - Either you sign or you don't sign,
the basin is built anyway-. They said they had to pay dearly for
it.[...]When they started the road, we all went there, placed on the
main road, because we didn't want them to make the road, before starting
the dam. If the highway was not built, the dam was not built.[...]What
could you do if the police would come right away? If we moved, they
would attack us right away, they were armed, you had to be careful that
they didn't kill us, it's their job. A truck full of policemen and cars
came out.[...]They did everything with the cars, they mixed with the
cars and threw everything there, in the dam. The machinery that was
there, some did one thing, some another, night and day, they mixed and
threw. And the wall went up, wide, more than a hundred meters
long[...]Then one day the water started to stop in front of the wall; it
was winter. The water grew, grew and rose. And those who were close
moved away and lost their land.[...]I was too attached to the land, to
the place. The water increased until my nephews came to get me because I
was becoming a prisoner of the water. Here it was low, there it was low,
it was becoming a small island, the house was on top of the hill, and
the water was surrounding us, it was going around us. The others around
watched as the water increased and increased and said: - Zu Felice will
remain under water for a few days-.[...]We were left without land and
without money. They paid for the lands, to whom they paid them,
second-class lands at 90 thousand lire per hectare, and third-class
lands at 75 thousand lire per hectare. One year they gave us the fruits,
5 percent of the price. We walked, we go walking, they made us melt like
this, you need this document, you need the other document. When they
took it they didn't look for documents, now they send us to Girgenti,
Palermo and Sciacca. We've been fighting for four years. After three
years they gave us 75 percent of half of the lands. We had a lawyer, who
then also got tired of looking for all these documents and gave
up.[...]We don't have any land. The land is all occupied and no one
wants to rent it. We don't have money to buy. Baron Tumminelli was
selling some land, but we didn't have any money. Sometimes they say they
look like houses, but I can't stand it anymore.
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