Few Italian books have been translated worldwide like the “The Leopard” by Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa. All you need is to open the first page of the novel to be struck by the unique smells of Sicily, the island that the Greeks loved more than their own homeland, that Ulysses circumnavigated with his fleet, from whose waters Venus was born and the Etna and Stromboli vulcanoes are reflected, erupting into lapilli and lava. The land of lemons and citrons, of tuna fish and swordfish, of the salt pans with their blinding whiteness and opposing dark churches, lit by mosaics and candles. An island surrounded by islands, attached to Italy and yet different from all the other regions. An island of proud men and strong lights, of shepherds and sailors, the last rampart of the Mediterranean and door to Europe. The land where Garibaldi landed to liberate Italy, and where allied soldiers disembarked to free Europe.