The vol­ca­noes that rise up from the sea above the Aeo­lian Islands are metal­lic blue. The atmos­phere is heavy and charged with energy as the inhab­i­tants go about their daily work. Yet, sud­den­ly, the world holds its breath. A roar­ing wind sends people flee­ing into their houses. And all the while that the lava masses flow through the dark­ness of the night into which they have erupt­ed, the vil­lage sings, as if to appease nature.