This story takes place in one of the world’s smallest villages. A place of few small and stony houses, trapped between mountains and wild vegetation, quite far from any clear evidence of contemporary time. A place whose past has dissolved and stayed in the form of vapor overwhelming the air like in amelancholy, eternal damnation. The legend behind Lollove snakes through popular tales, mysterious presages, and a bloody past of banditry however covered by a light, gray voile of code of silence.
It is undeniable that Lollove owns one of the most cheerful, sweet-sounding and exotic names in Sardinia. 15 kilometers far from the province of Nuoro, in Central Sardinia, Lollove and its current10 inhabitants live at the flank of the Ortobene mountain. In the past, the population reached a peak of 400 souls, but this number has been exposed to constant contractions like a weary lung about to exhaust the oxygen. Loneliness and isolation seem to be the destiny of this beautiful non-place, as invoked by the angry nuns who fled after massive sexual scandals involving local shepherds, the legend says. "Lollove as a esser chei s'abba è su mare: no as a crescher nen parescher mai!" – “Lollove will stay steady like the water of the sea: a place with no growth, with no death either”.
“Lollove in one of those rare places where you can listen to God’s breath”, says aunt Gavinedda to the sporadic foreigners visiting the narrow streets of the unique village. She is older than 90 years old, puckered skin and big eyes. She was born in Lollove, here is where she raised and has always been. Among ancient ruins, miraculous saints and bandit that “no one has ever seen around here”. And if it happens to be afternoon-time and you are lucky enough, after reading her daily Bible sacred verse she will make you taste a cup.