Ten years after the flood of May 3, 2014 in Senigallia

It was a rainy day (very rainy), as it was partly also in this 2024, that 2 May 2014. Prelude to the next Saturday 3 May 2014which he did plunging Senigallia into that flood nightmare that still haunts it ten years later.

The disastrous flood of 2014, which marks its tenth anniversary, it certainly wasn’t the firstas history tells us through written and oral testimonies of those of the twentieth century and document them for i previous centuries. Unfortunately it wasn’t not even the last onegiven that on 15/16 September 2022 the territory was hit even harder.

But from a certain point of view, the flood of May 3, 2014 was perhaps “signer” for the population and the territory because for decades now the Misa river, which had periodically exceeded the safety limits on several occasions, had not brought damage, destruction and, above all, victims with its waters.

It couldn’t be believed to be in that state of insecurity and dangerwhen along the streets of part of Senigallia river water began to take the place of people and vehicleswhen basements, garages, sidewalks, gardens, schools, shops, premises, ground floor houses, and even raised homes in many cases, were invaded by the Misa, its water and its mud. When three lives were taken away from the fury of the flood; when thousands of people were stranded at home, at work, at school: prisoners of an uncontrolled and uncontrollable nature, which he was taking back the spaces that the city and the man had made their own over the years.

They are very alive in everyone’s eyes, even ten years later, the scenes of those flowing waters at times impetuous, at times placid, but they did it on the asphalt and not in the bed of the Misarising inexorably: centimeters, decimeters, meters. Everyone remembers where they were, what they were doing, what they did next. A sort of September 11th in Senigallian style.

The rain stoppedin the late morning of May 3, 2014, the impetus of the Misa returned as the hours passed, the waters flowed away but they left, in addition to the mud, their indelible mark. Made of damage even irreparable, as in the case of the victims, of catwalks full of promises, often left as such, of closeness, help and support, of rescue interventions ready and efficient and of maintenance interventions who have been missing, as was demonstrated to us eight years later, of processes still underway to establish any responsibilities, and of that sense, as stated in a photographic publication published months later, of fear that comes back every time it rains.