The green hills of Montedoro, which separate the Municipalities of Muggia and of Dolina. These are green, delightful hills, descending from the border with Slovenia to the sea. And separating two of the most polluted areas of the territory of Trieste. At the south, at the base of the hills, there is the valley of the Noghere, the biggest dumping side of the territory. That consists in more than 15 millions of cube meters of waste, dumped in what used to be one of the most important, humid oasis of the High Adriatic zone, at the mouth of the Rio Ospo. At North of the hills there is the Zaule valley, another dumping site of the system of illegality that ruled Trieste and its territory during at the past 60 years. State dumping sites that were then turned into an industrial zone, allowing hundreds of companies to settle there. Including the strategic and hazardous transalpine pipeline which, with its huge depots, lies at the base of the northern side of the hills of Montedoro.
A narrow, green line breaks the continuity of an environmental disaster. This is that the delightful, green hills between Muggia and Dolina should be. Or, at least, this is what they look like from the outside. Because in the bowels of Montedoro hides another uncomfortable truth, another deep wound inflicted to this conquered land. It is an underground net of military fuel depots, which extends for kilometers. About 20 cisterns, armored galleries, inner or external, disguised pipelines. At least 30 millions of liters of fuel. This is the capacity of the tanks. A depot which, as for now, is strategic only when it comes to the pollution it causes to the territory. Because the whole complex looks abandoned, but nobody took care of restore the damages inflicted to both the environment and the people who live in this border area and forced into military servitude and in a den for waste, as well as a dumping site for the “dirty work” of a Nation that never wanted to deal with history. By now, the area is classified as “agricultural”, and it does even host the municipal aqueduct of Muggia, and its pipes do “courageously” go deep into the hill of fear. Is it possible that nobody has ever thought that these lands, apparently so peaceful, might be dripped with hydrocarbons? It would be enough crossing this edge of land to smell the exhalations of hydrocarbon… the gas that keeps leaking from the air cleaners and from the numerous, small wells that pop out of the dense vegetation… but also from the soil itself which, by now, seems to have become one with the “monster” hidden in it.
And this is how in the green, delightful hills of this “far” Northeast, abandoned to its destiny of human and environmental degradation, everything remains unchanged. By force (of the occupiers) and due to the resignation (of the occupied population).