When Danilo Docli, peace worker, organizer, educator, first arrived in 1952 in T
rappeto, a village of peasants and fishermen in western Sicily, there were no st
reets, just mud and dust, not a single drugstore, not even a sewer. (In fact, th
e local dialect didn't even have a word for sewer.) Like other Sicilians, the vi
llagers, seen by many Italians as "bandits," "dirt-eaters," and "savages," had,
in effect, been mute for centuries.
