"I walked as if pursued, through those unknown places, animated by the night air, by the silence, by the movement, with my soul full of lightness. The moon filled the sky and seemed to pour itself onto the earth. On a land as remote as the moon, white in that silent light, without a plant or a blade of grass, tormented by the usual waters, dug, lined, pierced. The clays fell towards the Agri, in cones, caves, ravines, beaches, bizarrely variegated by light and shadow, and we sought, without speaking, our way in that labyrinth, worked by centuries and earthquakes. Over that spectral landscape I seemed to fly, weightless, like a bird.
After more than two hours of that race, the long barking of a dog rose towards us, in the silence. We came out of the clays, and found ourselves on a sloping meadow, and at the bottom, among undulating terrain, the whiteness of the masseria"
Taken from the wonderful work "Christ Stopped at Eboli" by Carlo Levi