The territory is varied and surreal, you can find the sandy beach the rocks and artificial reefs.
The historic buildings surrounding the beach remind me of the 4 ministries of George Orwell’s 1984 novel and those rural beaches, raw from every fringe, leave the tourists stay suspended over time, or as if they were in a kind of fatherland ever existed. Most bathers are locals, or come from the colonies of workers and low-cost holidays organized, as I took photos, I noticed a great deal of distrust on their part and the problems were not few. Strange of see how the historic buildings dating back to the Second World War, reduce to zero the changes between the two periods, leaving the territory and its inhabitants unchanged without future prospects of a retraining of the area.
In these photos, taken during the summer, I try to tell the territory and its vacationers, in manner as freely as possible, from the sandy beach to the sea, from the vegetation to the abandoned buildings. People portrayed are workers who choose this “Pocket Beach” as a vacation destination, saving money but without losing anything, because there is all that it takes to make a great vacation. After all, the sea and the sun, are free goods, and here you can enjoy it quietly, making a leap back in time.