When Danilo Docli, peace worker, organizer, educator, first arrived in 1952 in Trappeto, a village of peasants and fishermen in western Sicily, there were no streets, just mud and dust, not a single drugstore, not even a sewer.
(In fact, the local dialect didn't even have a word for sewer.
) Like other Sicilians, the villagers, seen by many Italians as bandits, dirt-eaters, and savages, had, in effect, been mute for centuries.
Dolci's years of work broke this silence.
The result is.