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A word that introduces the reader to a magical world that has made Silba widely known, it isa word that a lot of people will use trying to say what here -does not exist! At the same time,it’s the same word that will sneak into the story to a few people (but me!) if someone tries todescribe his experience of the picturesque island. Just because it is said, it will help with itsplainness: indifference. Think, reader, if anyone can be indifferent when ascend on Toreta with a desire to see where he is, realizes that he can not see almost nothing except a few high roofs and thick greenery? Green as far as the view all the way until it drowns into the blue that surrounds it! So I immediately descend the spiral stone stairs because I need to look into so many corners around the island – here, green is not only green, but also useful, the plant is not just a plant but it’s a medical plant, stone is not just a rock because on it is growing something green, small, tasty. For centuries, the island cherishes its attire making it stronger, higher and richer. Greener. More precious. We, the only brief mortals, whom it seems that all this vegetation has always resided here, we like to think that the island a long time ago has grown from a sea and heated with solar heat and light has decorated its body with seductive plants which will for centuries give it that special feeling of beloved cradle in which we nestle and feel protected, and we lie around in insular comforts. But this is not always the case. It took a while for the island to look as it looks today. Captains, sailors, travelers, guests, all of them were bringing seedlings, to enrich the environment with particular diligence and patience to raise the fragile body addicted to a different climate and perhaps the abundance of water which the island has always needed. Only when it gets strong,we must let it to draws the juices from the rocky base, to spread its crown, to plant out… Then again, since the ancient days here were holm oaks, mediterranean oak that in winter keeps its tough leather-like leaves while it gives to people branches collected in kilograms, to warm the island in winter. Thinking of indifference passing under tall cypress trees is like a sin. Find shade under an old pine is a benefit. In the evening, to gently tap the needle-like tamarisk leaves covered with dewy salty tears, to admire the palm trees, to follow the develop of fruit of olive, to enjoy a juicy figs, mulberrys, bougainvilleas, agaves blossom, fragrance of myrtle, aromatic wild asparagus, modest but delicious and graceful flower buds of caper, scented laurel that does not lose color or scent even when it drys, oranges and lemons in many backyards, lavender, rosemary, to pick a savory, oregano, sage, fennel, marshmallow, St. John’s wort, sweet wild blackberries, thyme, to prepare a refreshing tea from fresh lemon balm, mint , to collect a bouquet of basil and thyme, to dive a nose into the bush of fragrant immortelle … to come down to the shore, to pick up rospa (type of plant), pursley, crithmum, wild onion … Protected by its position from pollution of ‘modern’ world and with the richness and diversity of unique vegetation, small Silba has always been and remains a great sea spa, a natural paradise garden which awakes sensec calling for healing and health. I’m sure that a womenfrom Silba thought like this more than four centuries ago. Walking around the island, which is abundantly satisfy its needs from nature and people, it collected the healing haulm, flowersand leaves and preparing from it balms, ointments, elixirs, scented healing oils. Those in need, she was healing with medicinal plants. Perhaps today she might complain that the story named only a small part of the existing treasures. We know that she lived around the 1589. We don’t know whether she had everthought she would be mentioned in the distant, for her probably unimaginable future, by somefuture admirers of ways on which she walked. Maybe not. Nevertheless, history has noted her by the name Lucija the Healer. P.S. directions: first read the article, then see the link (to be clearer about what I wrote) http://www.zadarskilist.hr/clanci/20072010/ljeto-prilika-za-spas-zaboravljene-bastine Consign: Irena SG
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Riječ koja uvodi čitatelja u čaroban svijet po kojemu je Silba nadaleko poznata, riječ je koju će mnogi upotrijebiti pokušavajući izreći čega ovdje – nema! Ujedno, to je ista ona riječ koja će se malo kome (izuzev meni!) ušuljati u priču pokuša li nekome opisati svoj doživljaj slikovitog otoka. Baš zbog toga se navodi, pomoći će svojom neuglednošću: ravnodušnost. Razmisli, čitatelju, može li itko ostati ravnodušan kada, popevši se na Toretu sa željom kako bi vidio gdje se nalazi, uvidi kako ne može vidjeti skoro ništa osim tek nekoliko visokih krovova i gustog zelenila? Zeleno dokle ti pogled seže sve dok se ne utopi u plavom koje ga okružuje! Zato odmah silazim zavojitim kamenim stepenicama jer treba zaviriti u toliko kutaka širom otoka – ovdje zeleno nije samo zeleno već i korisno, biljka nije samo biljka jer je i ljekovita, kamen nije samo kamen jer i na njemu raste nešto zeleno, maleno, ukusno. Stoljećima otok njeguje svoje ruho čineći ga sve jačim, višim i bujnijim. Zelenijim. Dragocjenijim. Mi, tek kratkotrajni smrtnici, kojima se čini kako je svo to zelenilo oduvijek ovdje prebivalo, volimo misliti kako je otok jednom davno izrastao iz mora i grijan sunčevom toplinom i svjetlošću ukrasio svoje tijelo zamamnim biljem koje će mu stoljećima davati onaj poseban osjećaj drage kolijevke u kojoj se, udobno zavaljeni i zaštićeni, baškarimo u otočnim blagodatima. No, nije tomu oduvijek tako. Potrajalo je dok je otok dobio izgled na kakav smo danas naviknuti. Kapetani, mornari, putnici, gosti, svi su donosili sadnice, oplemenjivali okoliš s osobitim marom i strpljenjem jer trebalo je podići krhko tijelo naviknuto na neku drugu klimu, možda i obilje vode kojom je otok oduvijek oskudijevao. Tek kada ojača, pustiti ga da samo crpi sokove iz stjenovitog podnožja, širi krošnje, rasađuje se… A opet, od davnih je dana ovdje bilo crnike, mediteranskog hrasta koji i zimi čuva svoje žilave kožaste listove dok ljudima daruje grane kojima će se, prikupljenima na kile, grijati dok otokom zazimi bura. Pomisliti na ravnodušnost prolazeći ispod visokih čempresovih stabala ravno je grijehu. Pronaći hlad ispod starog bora je blagodat. Navečer nježno dodirnuti igličaste tamarisove listiće prekrivene slanim rosnim suzicama, diviti se palmama, pratiti kako maslina razvija plod, uživati u sočnim smokvama, murvi, bugenvilijama, procvjetalim agavama, mirisnoj mirti, aromatičnim samoniklim šparogama, skromnim a slasnim kaparinim pupoljcima gracioznih cvjetova, mirišljavom lovoru koji ne gubi boju ni miris niti kada se osuši, narančama i limunima u mnogim dvorištima, lavandi, ružmarinu, ubrati čubar, mravinac, kadulju, komorač, sljez, gospinu travu, slatku divlju kupinu, timijan, pripraviti okrjepljujući čaj od svježeg matičnjaka, metvice, prikupiti stručak bosiljka, majčine dušice, zagnjuriti nos u grm miomirisnog smilja… spustiti se do same obale, ubrati roštu, tušt, matar, divlji luk… Zaštićena svojim položajem od zagađenja ‘modernog’ svijeta te bogatstvom i raznolikošću jedinstvenog biljnog pokrova, mala je Silba oduvijek bila i ostala veliko morsko lječilište, prirodan rajski vrt što razbuđuje sva osjetila pozivajući na iscjeljivanje i zdravlje. Sigurna sam kako je o svemu tome razmišljala i žena sa Silbe prije više od četiri stoljeća. Šetajući otokom obilato namirenom što od Prirode što od ljudi, sabirala je ljekovite stabljike, cvjetove i listove spravljajući od njih meleme, pomade, eliksire, mirisna ozdravljujuća ulja. Potrebite je liječila ljekovitim biljem. Možda bi danas prigovorila kako je priča nabrojila tek mali dio tog postojećeg blaga. Znamo da je živjela oko godine 1589. Ne znamo je li ikada pomislila kako će je se u dalekoj, njoj vjerojatno nezamislivoj budućnosti, spomenuti neki budući štovatelji putova kojima je hodila. Možda i nije. Svejedno, povijest je bilježi imenom. Lucija Likarica. P.S. uputa: prvo pročitati članak, onda pogledati link (da bude jasnije o čemu sam pisala) http://www.zadarskilist.hr/clanci/20072010/ljeto—prilika-za-spas-zaboravljene-bastine ustupila: Irena SG