I would like, if I may, to turn your attention now to a little ghost story.
There isn't a single country in the world without at least one dark secret. It is entirely in the nature of humankind that amongst the great achievements, the stunning architecture, the rich mythology, and so forth, that a civilisation will at some point act - or be forced to act - in a way which paints that dark spot on its history. And our planet is full of them; these black marks, wounds upon the surface and deeper that will never heal. A lot of people call them thin places. A little more on that later.
Think back to history class. Bring up everything you know about the plagues of the 1500s; think of festering sores, of rats, of beaked porcelain plague masks. Think of cities losing half their population to disease. Think fear, suspicion, desperate measures. Now listen closely.
Poveglia - silent "g" - is a little island situated in the lagoon of Venice. It's small, inhabited by a few farmers - wine growers, mainly, who find that the unique soil of the island produces a more successful crop.
On Poveglia, 50% of the soil is human ash.
Why? Well, during the plague years, Poveglia was used as a quarantine station for plague victims and suspected plague victims during the Black Death. "Quarantine station" is just a nice way to say "mass grave". An approximate 160 000 people, the dead, dying and simply supposedly infected living, were buried on Poveglia. When the grave pits became too full - and they did, as during the plague the island would quickly become inundated with the infected - the bodies were burned to allow for more room.
This is an island where thousands of people were sent to die amongst pre-existing piles of corpses; where fishermen are afraid to trawl in case of netting human remains. So it's really no surprise that it's reported to be a site of ghostly activity.
A "thin place" is an area in which the barrier separating the world of the living from that of the dead is at its thinnest. Places such as this are supposedly characterized by reports of ghostly lights, voices, movement and other unexplained phenomena; by mists, screams and the curious clouding of thoughts experienced by those inhabiting the area - the way in which the energies of the dead may sway the thoughts of the living.
It is suggested, therefore, that Poveglia, the Island of No Return, has buried its secrets closer to hell than is safe for those on the surface, and that the long-dead may still hold power over the actions of the living. And that's only half of the story.
Article to be continued.