Over twenty years ago I spent a week in Stromboli, a small volcanic Island in the Mediterranean. We stayed in a house in Ginostra, one of the two villages of the island. Upon arrival I disembarked from the ship onto a fisherman’s rowing boat that took me to the shore.
On Stromboli I was introduced to Miles Davis’ music while I looked at the volcano that erupted every few minutes.
We had no light, nor electricity and no running water. One day we woke up early to climb the volcano and the feeling I had when I reached the top and saw the sea from the other side was uncompelled. I was the King of the World.
I just heard that the volcano has stopped erupting for four years but has just started again. All the four hundred inhabitants are evacuated.