among the unesco awarded baroque yellow stone architecture, universally great coffee, the canolis, the fior di mandorlas, the torrocco oranges, the church fireworks mimicking the smoking etna, you wouldnt expect to find this unlikely gem, let alone look for it: the Museo dell'Informatica Funzionante at via carnevale - the work of a passionate yet generous electronics guru and his few equally dedicated friends. this museum of 'working computers' - computers that proudly birthed the information technology revolution, yet were dumped like old parents into fields of cow sh*t, rescued by our aforementioned guru and put to work again. Even though they wont solve our imaginary problems of today, it is a joy to see them come alive when the power switch is thrown down [or up?] :) i had the privilege of programming one such old computer from 1982 - the hp82b - as the first 'hacker in residence' in 2015 [repeat visits in 2016, 2018 to program old plotters] - an honour i wear very shyly but proudly nonetheless! some of the memories are visceral for example the smell of old metal from the chasis of computers reminds one of the virgin joy of taking the pilot seat of a starship or a submersible asking ourselves what can we do with / on this computer! or reading computer lib at the library full of old computer manuals and user guides of all stripes, microfilms, lots and lots of software to bring the amigas alive, a kitchen for more coffee and some pasta maybe, back to the poking hex into the Apple I must visit!