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The seeds of violence are sown in silence, in emptiness, in absence. You don’t see them grow - by the time you notice, it’s already too late.


In recent weeks - and especially following last night’s U.S. strike on Iran - the world has awakened with a clenched heart. The risk of escalation is real. Geopolitical fragility now has fluid borders, and war - the real kind - seems to be forcefully knocking again at Europe’s doors. But while we focus on military fronts, missiles, and strategies, we often forget the other battlefield: quieter, subtler, yet just as dangerous - the battlefield of radicalization.


Every war fought “outside” risks awakening smaller wars “within,” in countries that may seem distant but are psychologically exposed. And this is not only a matter of geopolitics, but of narratives, identities, and belonging.


To radicalize doesn’t simply mean “to become an extremist.” It’s often a slow, sticky process, made of wounded identities, ignored loneliness, failures interpreted as injustices. In shadowed homes, in living rooms where silence reigns, in fragmented families - that’s often where the void begins to spread.


But another place where radicalization silently grows is even closer to us: the internet.


Here, extremism goes viral. Some of the main jihadist networks (but also neo-fascist, white supremacist, and others) operate with surprising digital sophistication: videos edited with epic music, engaging storytelling, accounts that appear innocuous. The language is youthful, familiar. Today, radicalization comes with Instagram filters and hashtags.


And worse, algorithms help. Someone starting with a search for religious content can end up, within a few clicks, watching glorifications of martyrdom or conspiracy theories about the “corrupt” West. A single encrypted link on Telegram is enough to cross the line.


In countries affected by attacks - France, Belgium, the UK - de-radicalization centers have emerged, with mixed results. Some have failed, becoming little more than supervised dormitories. Others, however, have turned into human laboratories, where former extremists share their stories of downfall and redemption - testimonies that have a greater impact than a thousand sermons.


At the supranational level, the European Union has implemented important tools to prevent radicalization and counter terrorist propaganda online. Since 2022, a regulation has been in force requiring the removal of terrorist content from digital hosting services - including livestreams - within one hour. Moreover, the EU has established specific units, such as Europol’s Internet Referral Unit, to monitor extremist content and support Member States. Awareness networks are active across the continent, engaging thousands of frontline actors - from prison staff to teachers - to share best practices and identify the vulnerabilities that make individuals susceptible to radicalism. The EU Internet Forum also works to track how extremism evolves in the digital sphere. Because terrorism doesn’t only arise in the deserts of the Middle East - it often grows in the empty spaces of our digital democracies.


Defusing extremism means offering alternative narratives. It means educating people to embrace ambiguity, complexity, and the beauty of nuance. It means learning, as a society, to listen to fractured identities before they become political wounds. Because those who fall into hatred are not always monsters. Often, they’re someone’s child, a former classmate, a young person who found no other place to belong.


Our task - as artists, intellectuals, citizens - is to cultivate a form of resistance made of thought, poetry, hospitality, and imagination. But creating beauty is no longer enough: we also need presence, responsibility, and vision. We must get our hands dirty, inhabit educational spaces, engage in public debate, and hold our parliamentarians and political representatives accountable.

In an age where everything screams for vengeance, we need voices capable of disarming hatred - not fueling it.


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Bianca curates and writes for The Olive Press, a space for reflections on cinema, culture, and landscape born within Il Giardino di Cristina.

All images featured in this article are the property of their respective copyright holders. They are used here for informational and editorial purposes only, in the context of cultural commentary and non-commercial promotion. No copyright infringement is intended.


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The Pope died on the morning of April 21st, 2025.


That day I got up around 9 a.m., with a lingering feeling I couldn’t quite shake. As if something was out of place.

Every morning, I switch on the news as I make coffee. That morning, in large red letters across the screen, I read: “Pope Francis has died.”

And I felt a pang in my chest - despite my faith being more uncertain than ever, despite the Church always stirring up conflicting emotions in me.

The death of a Pope… should it affect me?


Well, if you’re Italian and you live in Italy, yes. And it’s not just a matter of faith.

It’s cultural, symbolic, almost visceral. It’s something that passes through you.

My country was in mourning - and somehow, so was I.

But as I listened to the muffled voices of Vatican commentators, my ears began to ring. I could hear Volker Bertelmann’s violins. I saw the red robes of cardinals rustling nervously through the Vatican halls. I heard whispers. I watched glances.


Conclave (2024) Source: IMDb
Conclave (2024) Source: IMDb

Cinema has that power: it lingers on you. It prepares you, at times, for the unthinkable.

And Conclave, directed by Edward Berger and released in 2024, had left a trace on me almost as vivid as a taste on the tongue.


An adaptation of the eponymous novel by British author Robert Harris, Conclave won the Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay in 2025.

It premiered in Italian cinemas in mid-December - just when concerns over the Pope’s health began to surface. A coincidence? Perhaps. But the timing made the film feel almost prophetic.


The cast features Ralph Fiennes, Stanley Tucci, John Lithgow, Sergio Castellitto, and Isabella Rossellini.

Each plays an enigmatic, symbolic, powerful figure - each embodying a different vision of the Church: progressives, conservatives, moderates.

The conclave is a ritual, but also a dance. And most of all: a war.

Strategy is everything. Secrecy is its backbone.

Cardinal Dean Thomas Lawrence, played by Fiennes, guides the story through a crescendo of tension and ambiguity.


Shot between Cinecittà, Rome, and Italian locations such as the Royal Palace of Caserta and the Palazzo dei Congressi in the EUR district, Conclave captures the suspended, hieratic atmosphere of the Vatican.

Stéphane Fontaine’s lighting draws shadows that seem to watch you. Suzie Davis’s set design wraps around the film like a second skin - silent, enveloping.


And then there’s the music. Volker Bertelmann composed a score that breathes with the characters.

A prepared piano, dissonant notes, ancient echoes: the sound of enclosure and doubt.


This is not just a film about a papal election. It’s about power - its shapes, its compromises, its hypocrisies.

It’s also about faith - the kind that remains, and the kind that slips away.

And it tells its story without declarations, through Berger’s gaze - at once cold and human - the same that marked All Quiet on the Western Front.


On a day when history unfolded in real time, Conclave became, at least for me, both a visual and internal echo. A film that not only anticipated the headlines but also revealed who we really are - when power calls, and truth grows murky.


Starting Wednesday, the area around St. Peter’s will be sealed. Rome will draw close to the Vatican with the suspended stillness of a snowy day. Entry points will be closed, and the faithful will wait in hushed anticipation.

133 cardinals will enter the Sistine Chapel to elect the new pope. Men from 71 countries, with faith in their pockets and, perhaps, doubt in their eyes.


And all of us, outside, eyes fixed on the chimney. Waiting for the smoke.

Waiting for history to unfold before our very eyes.


I often wonder how much cinema there is in reality - and how much reality there is in certain films.

Conclave taught me that the rooms of power are full of silence, strategy, and symbols.

That mystery is not just a narrative device, but a deeply human mechanism.

And now that mystery is here, among us.


In the heart of Rome, beneath Michelangelo’s frescoes, in a breath held by the entire world.



Bianca curates and writes for The Olive Press, a space for reflections on cinema, culture, and landscape born within Il Giardino di Cristina.

All images featured in this article are the property of their respective copyright holders. They are used here for informational and editorial purposes only, in the context of cultural commentary and non-commercial promotion. No copyright infringement is intended.


Courtesy for our guests

Winter in the Chianti Senese is a season that moves with unhurried grace, like an old gentleman well-versed in the secrets of time. The hills strip themselves of every ornament, revealing their essence: silence, a still sky, and the faint aroma of woodsmoke wafting from a distant window.


At Il Giardino di Cristina, this is the month when the past weaves itself into the present. It’s a time for small joys: spiced cookies, twinkling decorations, and that golden light that brushes the village of Vagliagli at sunset, as if to remind us that, yes, there is still poetry in the world.


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Piumino, our Christmas gnome

Memories and Traditions

Our Christmas table, simple yet thoughtful, invites you to rediscover the flavors of old. Every year, at its center, we place an artisanal panettone, surrounded by cookies adorned with shimmering icing - stars, trees, hearts. But the true star is the love poured into the details: a wood-and-caramel-apple-scented candle, delicate paper decorations, and a tablescape perfectly set in a festive theme.


Vagliagli and the Charm of Ancient Tales

December is rich with legends, and Vagliagli has one worth telling. It’s said that centuries ago, a shepherd saw a star brighter than the rest as he walked among the olive trees on a frigid winter night. Following its glow, he discovered a sleeping angel with golden wings shimmering under the moonlight.


The angel, upon waking, blessed the surrounding lands. Ever since, it’s whispered that the wine from these hills carries a unique soul, as though imbued with a touch of that golden light. A story? Perhaps. But here in Chianti, stories are how we make beauty eternal.


Chianti Classico

The Flavors of a Senese Christmas

If Chianti had a scent, it would be a blend of honey, almonds, and spices. December offers the perfect excuse to indulge in traditional sweets:

Panforte: A medieval treasure made of honey, candied fruit, and spices—a bite of history itself.

Ricciarelli: Soft almond cookies, their snowy white appearance reminiscent of fresh snowfall, best paired with a glass of Vin Santo.

Cavallucci: Spiced cookies with walnuts and candied fruit, evoking memories of home and rustic festivities.


And yes, we have them at Il Giardino di Cristina. While we don’t make them ourselves, we choose them with care, ensuring they’re worthy of your sweet escape.


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Beyond Panforte: Losing and Finding Yourself

If you’re in the mood for an outing, Siena’s Christmas markets are just a stone’s throw from Vagliagli. Or wander through nearby villages like Castellina in Chianti or Radda, where festive lights transform every corner into a fairytale.


But don’t feel compelled to plan elaborate adventures. Chianti is the kind of place where even the simplest acts - walking among the bare vineyards or sitting quietly to take in the view - can become unforgettable experiences.


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The Winter of Chianti

Between a glass of wine and the scent of spices, we are reminded that even the smallest gestures - lighting a candle, savoring a cookie - are fragments of an ancient ritual, a call to the hidden beauty in stillness.


They say the wine from these hills has a soul. Perhaps it’s only a legend, or perhaps, like the shepherd and his angel, it’s simply true for those who choose to believe. And you?


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Let yourself be embraced by the winter of Chianti, where every step is a poem and every moment a memory waiting to be eternal. We’ll be here to welcome you.

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