WHY

We have seen the fiction and before the fiction we have seen the higway explode like a game of corianders, with no voice.

And without voice we have seen pass the indifference of those that count, of those grown under the shadow of the great grey buildings, where they decide the destiny of those that for them are only many small numbers.

And we’ve seen the hope bloom in the roads and on Falcone’s and Borsellino’s tree behind the face concealing balaclava of Captain Ultimo (Last), which with his Carabinieri captured Riina, caging with him the impunity and arrogance of the bomb strategy.

And we are here to shout where silence reigns, to remember to ourselves that those small numbers dreams, laugh and cry, and that they are an army of colored corianders that hates the arrogance and indifference of those that, hidden in the shadows of the gray buildings, trample all’ fantasies, each liberty, every dignity.

Ultimo has always seemed like one of those colored corianders that has never wanted to take a seat at the shade of grey buildings.

And this is the site that the friends without name of Captain Ultimo have wanted to create as to not forget the colors of all those corianders that  every day fight their battle against the grey power of the mafia and of bureaucracy, so that army shall never feel alone, never think they are only number.

The history of Ultimo is unbelievable, and it is one of many, but we desire that silence and indifference shall not win over this story, and you, my friend, on which side do you battle ?