At about 1 km above the village of Isca sullo Ionio (CZ) in Calabria, in the middle of an orange orchard and near a small river is Casa Pantaleo. Accessible only on foot via a goat path - really something for adventurers. There is no electricity. The house has a room upstairs with a double bed, a fireplace and French doors opening onto a spacious terrace with views of forest and in the distance sea. Next to this terrace is an outdoor shower, toilet and sink. Downstairs is a covered terrace and inside there are two rooms: a kitchen and a storage room. A country cottage was there to give the farmer shelter and rest during bad weather and rain. Nets for olive picking and tools were also kept here. There was always a parmento, a basin made of cement, where during the grape harvest the grapes were crushed to separate the moisture from the skin and seed. The land in the mountains of Calabria is made up of terraces. It is, depending on the location, full of oli

From Blood Oranges: "The place I would like to die, I already have, too. It's an orange grove. I discovered it when I followed the stream upstream into the mountains in search of its source. It is an acre of tilled land in the middle of the wilderness, held in place on the steep slope by walls of stones stacked on top of each other. Fascinating human work in the heart of the Church of Creation. A correction to it, you might say, once committed by man for survival. With the water from the stream, a filial family could water the land that fed them. Now, of course, they have all long since died and their offspring left for the city decades ago. Now I imagine myself the first man here, precisely because everything around it is virgin again as the creator must have intended. People once fought here for their daily bread, in the sweat of their faces. Every stone of the walls stacked tightly on top of each other is a g