30 years on the “pink island”: how a hermit blogger lives
Once, the 50-year-old Italian Mauro Morandi was tired of the bustle and decided to drastically change his life: 
he left his hometown of Modena and went on a catamaran to Polynesia.
It all started perfectly: reaching the sea, he boarded a catamaran and set sail.
True, it turned out to be shorter than I wanted:
 the little ship with a broken engine (and unscathed Mauro) carried it to land.
The food was running out. On the tenth day I was scared: 
it seemed that the storm would never subside and I would die a starvation.
 But nothing happened.
Five years ago I brought a refrigerator to the island - my friends helped me transport it here on a boat. 
Now the food that my friend and tourists bring to me, I can store for a long time.
Sushi turned out to be an island of 1.6 km² with a beautiful pink beach and juniper thickets. 
There was not a soul except for the caretaker - 
and even the other day he was going to resign.
The shipwrecked Mauro thought and thought, 
and remained here on the island of Budelli:
replaced the caretaker, and at the same time his occupation,
 from a pensioner and a former physical education teacher, 
he became the island's guardian robinson. It all happened 30 years ago.
Since then, the hermit managed to learn the names of neighbors on the island - 
plants and a few animals, as well as scare away a lot of illegal beach goers,
vacationers in the pink sand (one company even had to defend with their fists;
 violators were armed with sun loungers and rubber rings).
He had a reason to protect the pink beach of Spiaggia Rosa: back in the 90s, 
the authorities recognized him as “an object of special importance” 
and limited the access of spa residents here.
However, it was possible to come here with a guided tour - 
they usually visited in the summer. It was stormy in winter
that Mauro had to spend 20 days alone, without fresh provisions 
and news from the mainland.
He spends two months a year on the mainland - visiting his daughters. 
The rest of the time, Mauro lives on the island, where he works as a caretaker.
He lives in a dilapidated hut - an inheritance from a former caretaker. 
On its roof there is a solar battery and a Wi-Fi antenna,
and inside is a refrigerator. A generator, a tool kit, 
a tablet and a camera are just about all the wealth of Signor Morandi.
- Budelli Island - reserve. Cattle are not allowed here, so I don’t have a cow. 
My farm is a few chickens. There are still two cats that protect my stocks from rodents.
I have a rainwater tank - I use it to wash dishes and take a shower.
 In summer, rain has to wait several weeks, the tank is empty and I have to walk dirty.
If you live on a desert island, you need to get used to the fact that the shower is a luxury. 
In winter, due to the cold, you can generally forget about it.
There are few country roads on Budelli, but there are many rocks and cliffs.
 I used to travel around the island on a motorcycle, but then I had to abandon it - too dangerous.
Before the advent of mobile phones, even a simple walk here was risky: break your leg -
 and no one will ever know where you are. Now everything is different.
 The table is modest - pasta, bread,
 fresh chicken eggs and a glass of wine a day.
His hobbies are reading (from Greek philosophers to Dixon and Schopenhauer),
 as well as sculpture: Mauro makes statues and sells it to the tourists from 
twisted juniper trunks - and donates money to charity projects around the world.
 Morandi leads Instagram and has already published a book with his photographs.
And here is the pink beach in the photo of Mauro himself. By the way, pink culprits are called microorganisms that live on grains of sand. 
According to another version, the whole thing is in small fragments of shells.
When I just sailed to the island, it seemed to me that I could not stand the loneliness. 
But my fears were in vain - I feel good alone with myself. 
It was difficult to live without a woman, but even I got used to it.
When you live among people, it’s easy to run away from yourself:
 you can go to the gym, go to the movies, take drugs. 
But if you live on a desert island, you have no choice but to accept yourself.
Once a strong storm arose in the sea, which lasted 10 days. 
Due to the weather, I could not get to the mainland to buy groceries. 
I ate breadcrumbs, apples and chicken eggs.
These storms did not really bother him, 
but in 2016 thunder struck over his head and worldly troubles spilled.
The island changed its owner, and Mauro's employer: 
the real estate company Nuova Gallura sold Budelli to a New Zealand businessman, 
and a little later the Italian authorities declared the island part of La Maddalena National Park
In the same year, they wanted to abolish the post of superintendent, 
and Mauro should be returned to their native peninsula, 
but then help came: compatriots announced the collection of
 signatures under the petition-demand to leave the permanent hermit at his work.
The administration had mercy - and Mauro still lives on the island. 
He even became a blogger: from time to time he reports on life on 
the island with photos and videos on Facebook and Instagram.
I am 79, and I feel good, but I understand that this will not always be the case. 
A few years later I will come
