At 18.30 we are moving in the silence of the Australian bush to a parking lot where everyone gathers to watch the show: Il Tramonto a Uluru or better the sunset of Uluru.
Silence becomes more and more unreal at every minute, people of all nationalities, without the need for presentations, knowledge beyond the linguistic limits, create a whole, a single group that, without any written rule or handed down, simply it remains silent overwhelmed by the power of nature, by the colors, which gradually intensify as the minutes go by in a general stupor.
The Sunset at Uluru is not just any sunset, it is not the sky that turns red, nor the sun that passes, which in fact leaves behind to look in the opposite direction.
Uluru lights up.
Minute after minute more and more the rock turns as if a lamp is lit from within, in an unreal silence stolen only by the subtle noise of the cameras that take pictures in sequence to steal and remember how the light from inside the rock increases gradually until it starts to go out and become gray, extinguished, asleep.
A rock, almost a living being that overwhelms us with its size and its inexplicable energy.