The journey begins first in the head and then with the feet. He begins to fantasize about contour lines, imagining the route between valleys and ridges, between sheep tracks and shepherds’ tracks.

The sound that the words in italics make on the map contributes to giving it a magical aura: Laistella, Pietra del Corvo, Iazzo delle Gravine, Bosco della Manferrata, Torrente Salandrella.

Stories that are imprinted in the thought that he already begins to move while sitting, neurons that are charged waiting to explode in the muscles.

And the first step is just the end of the dream and the beginning of consciousness. On the retina the real overlaps with the fantastic in a perfect overlay, a database that fits together and is enriched with information in the field, generating adrenaline.

Stopping is now impossible: the flow of emotions flows uninterrupted as if every spasm were a memory of what we have already experienced.

Walking then becomes an ancestral experience, retracing the paths of man’s history and connecting to his most ancient instinct: the art of being nomadic.