15th January 1968 3:08am, a tremendous earthquake hit the Belìce Valley in western Sicily, Italy. For several months, the inhabitants were forced to live in tent camps and in slums. A new Gibellina was built 20 km away from the old one. But it was not the same as the old one. While the old Gibellina suffered a quick death at the hands of the earthquake, the new Gibellina suffered a slow death at the hands of the planners. The ruins of Gibellina, which have become places of artistic commemoration by the Italian artist Alberto Burri, seem to have meaning and acquire that depth that give to a place its specific essence. What will remain in the minds of the new generation when the last person who lived the tragic event of the earthquake is not there anymore to tell their story? I tried to imagine the old town, its people and its story but also, I questioned myself about the meaning of the memory. Projecting archival images onto the walls of the Grande Cretto, I recreated the streets, the daily life and the faces of Gibellina before the earthquake. These pictures of a nostalgic past combine with pictures of a disconnected present to show an idea of how we imagine an idealised Sicily to be and how it conflicts with its actual present.