Fernand Braudel identified the Mediterranean sea as the “liquid continent” where the shrub reigns sovereign and the juniper overruns all; where the scotch broom covered banks are sloping down to sea; where the passerby can feel strong the salty smell of the sea and the resinous pines and firs.

Since times unknown unique roads were passing between the Adriatic sea and the Karst, over Istria and to the heart of the Balkans. Many herds of animals and many human groups have left signs and traces of the first men history in the span of centuries and millennia. Cycling in the silent lagoons of Venice and Grado, between the waterfowl kingdom of low sandbanks, and then up to the naked mountain tops of the Karst, or on the opposite coast, in the deserted heart of Istria, along the rugged Dalmatian coast it seems as the few signs of man are there only to evoke stories of adventures and mythology.

In truth, even in the most inaccessible places, where griffins and cormorants reign, the history of man settled in dense layers now being able to tell a thousand life stories, absorbed, embedded, fossilized in the karst rock but still able to shout from the hidden roots of the mountains, from the dark end of inaccessible sinkholes and damp caves the long adventure of the men who have lived, suffered and rejoiced here.