I stepped nervously into the tall tower and with quick steps I passed by the chapel, in which long time ago were held religious services, in order to get faster to see the view that I had already imagined. The whole village is visible from up there. You feel like you are on the top of the whole valley. As far as eye can see green stripes of land bordered by low hills stretches from the tower. It is the perfect place where to listen the silence. I have always imagined Viscri as a warm nest where people have time, where people are gifted and have peace to build. The tower is affected by the passage of time; it no longer rises straight to the sky, its walls are twisted, the wooden floors are ramshackle and so are the access stairs. In fact the whole fortress although well preserved seems fragile. I hope it will survive at least another thousand years.
The annexes placed in the marginal areas of the fortress are impressive too. There you can see various storage areas and rooms for defense with small windows designed especially so one would be able to shoot through it. At the beginning the building was a Romanic chapel, which was turned into a place of worship by Gothic influence and later, during several centuries it became the fortress that nowadays is. The protective girdle of the chapel and of the donjon gained over time a series of defensive towers equipped with firing windows. In order to enhance protection were built an exterior wall of low height and firing slits in the roof of the Gothic church. Viscri has gradually become a secure place, very well designed and capable to resist to a strong invasion.
From Viscri you leave thoughtful, you are sorry that such a beautiful world, a cradle of culture, rules, happy souls, creative emotions and power to build has disappeared, has entered into the shadow of time and that all that was left are the village with some authentic Saxons and the fortified church shadowed by age. Maybe the most powerful enemy of the fortress is the time which has not kidnapped only the greatness, but also the game, the tools and the fire burning in the harts of Homo Ludens and Homo Faber of this place.