Dreaming Iraq

“The spring stays on in the water of the gift. In the spring the rock dwells, and in the rock dwells the dark slumber of the earth, which receives the rain and dew of the sky. In the water of the spring dwells the marriage of sky and earth. It stays in the wine given by the fruit of the vine, the fruit in which the earth’s nourishment and the sky’s sun are betrothed to one another. In the gift of water, in the gift of wine, sky and earth dwell. But the gift of the outpouring is what makes the jug a jug. In the jugness of the jug, sky and earth dwell. ”
(M. Heidegger, The Thing)
Dreaming Iraq, From ancient times to a new Time.

Ur, we are in southern Iraq. A handful of kilometers separate us from Nasiriyah and 16 kilometers from Abu Tbeirah. This is the ancient Mesopotamia, the cradle of civilization. In Mesopotamia the human being abandoned the orality as the only way of transmission of knowledge and learned to write. That is when the history was born.
In the distance separating Ur from Abu Tbeirah we meet a different Iraq, an Iraq where there is no war and, dreaming this Iraq, we encounter different cultural worlds. A group of archaeologists brings to light important findings of the third millennium B.C.
Since 2011 Ur, inscribed on UNESCO’s World Heritage List, hosts the Italian archaelogical mission of the University of Rome “La Sapienza” which was the first foreign mission in Iraq after the Gulf Wars.
The heritage, tangible and intangible, of the antiquity is a memory retrieval and the desire of a
new time, a good time to revive.
The discovery of the ancient world allows you to discover the daily life of Iraq and look at this
country with new and different eyes.
Some words evoke feelings that are deeply rooted in the collective imagination, some words evoke fear, terror and Iraq is one of those words. For this reason I want to tell a different story here. Dreaming Iraq tells the dream of being in a country that scares you, tells the dream of those who would like their country to wake up from a nightmare.

War is a obscene fact and cultural heritage is a resource, a force to restart.

Digging in its thousand-year history brings to light findings and intangible Things. These things are the measure of a humanity that dreams and wishes. This way the present becomes a bridge
between the memory and the future, the objects become bearers of resilience and redemption.
Living with the archaeologists in Ur meant waking up at night and start a short trip to Abu Tbeirah.
In this place the team of archaeologists work together with the Iraqi archaelogists and workers. In this place the differences have a value, because the one tries to know the other, his language, his culture.