The medieval village of Lollove experienced its greatest splendor in the 50s, years in which the village came to count about 540 people.
The country’s main source of wealth was based purely on agriculture and breeding, consisting mainly of sheep, wild pigs and cows, as well as being renowned for the large production of honey and oil.
The continuous lack of water in the network, the total absence of sewers but above all, the increasingly rare bus races with increasingly uncomfortable schedules have done nothing but encourage the last young people in the country to find a permanent home elsewhere, in order to greater convenience and availability of services.
To these must be added the explosive boom of the Ottana industrial center as well as an increasingly growing Nuoro capable of offering much more different uses than the usual monotony of the countryside.
For these reasons, a serious epidemic of departures broke out which saw large groups of young Lollovese as protagonists, thus creating the right conditions for abandonment and depopulation.
We thus passed from 2 schools (nursery and primary), a police station, two bars, a tobacconist, a small grocery store and a telephone, to the almost total absence of services and signals. lost identity, fallen roofs, broken cobblestones, burnt out street lamps, uncultivated fields and stray dogs for too long have made it the masters. There are those who say that all this is due to an ancient anathema launched on the village years earlier. Who knows!

Beliefs apart from these misfortunes have contributed over time to ensure that the village is preserved over time, making apparently negative factors such as abandonment and depopulation an opportunity that can be exploited in order to rewrite the future, recreating a strong economy in it. Strengthened by a strangely internationalized name and recalling love, today Lollove is able to attract a flow of curious travelers whose only intent is to be able to “get lost” among those narrow streets, accompanied by the sound of golden eagles hovering above of it, the cowbells of the sheep and an almost deafening silence.