U Capu Biancu opens its doors and the soul of an island is revealed. An island called Corsica. Or Corsica. Or Kallistê, the very beautiful. An island that stands like a luminous border facing the world.  It is a fiery, raw and wild land where life is smelled and dreamed of. A country whose impetuous character is recognized in that, no less bubbling, of the men and women who inhabit it. A nature that has forged temperaments, tracing them on proud and arrogant mountains. On the protruding and chaotic coasts.  On the sea serene and tormented by turns. Its beauty has never ceased to attract lusts. Its place at the heart of Mediterranean trade has exacerbated them. Even today the island of Corsica resists. In order to be nothing more than a piece of paradise, a heritage to protect.