08/05/2016 04:00pm

 

The logotype "Unesco Heritage" printed on the map brings us to Viscri.

Laura and I are sweating in front of a perfect whitewahsed walls and few logs of wood.
A Polish tourist looks at me, smiles and says "Tak".
Elsa is drinking a sparkling water down the hill. A group of French tourists sit at her table.
 

They ignore the reason for their presence in Viscri and admire a camping car parked in front of the terrace.
The guide explains that there is a fortress on the top of the hill. They look bored, empty their glasses
and go back to the bus. Enought fortresses for today.