In the summer of 2015 we explored parts of the Island of Sicilia (Italy). One late afternoon we found ourselves in the streets of Castiglione, a somewhat mysterious village on the Northern flanks of Mount Etna.
Walking through town, the decay is everywhere: half of the houses is for sale, the rest is in ruins, empty, you can walk in though holes in the walls, everything is broken. Every now and then an old lady hobbles by in the narrow alleys.
In hindsight the village wasn’t that cute and benign at all. I found a series of newspaper articles about recent police raids in the village, where over 20 people were caught related to drug trafficking and membership of the Sicilian Cosa Nostra.
Suddenly, I see these photos in a different perspective: what happens behind those doors?
