TERRA MADRE Story of our vineyard started with moaning of heavy machines after they plunged their teeth of steel into the hunks of stone, thicket and macchia, grubbing insatiably chunks of soil. Heavy stone hunks crushed under the strikes of spiryhammers and powerful technology creating paved planes to be chrused processed further on. Shovelled slopes, gruesomely painted with macchia and thicket rested briefly.
Powerful heavy machine rumbled with its steel teeth moving foward in snail steps to form shapely crashed gardenbeds of stone and earth which began to fold like pages of a book - one on top of the other, like waves on the sea rolling in regular intervals one behind the other.
Uneven waves and stone hills become even and at last, after powerful teeth crushed them allthey folded in hundreds of gardens beds and formed the spectacle upon hectares of area of the future vineyard. The day come for the first vine to be planted. Young plantes were pushed into the stone soil to embrace at least a chunk of earth with it roots, waiting for the gift from heaven - rain of God.
Soon, young vine plants dewed with the first and twigs transformed into green viperfish rows drowing into the sea at the and of the slopes.