Wild nature is a prodigious place. To enter it is to cross an invisible door. The world changes around us and our identity is shaken. Under the celestial vault something is unleashed, a silent gale, perhaps the link with a presence that has always inhabited us.

Getting lost in a mountain, in any mountain, also entails losing something we were in our previous life. When we return, as in a dream, the known world becomes unknown for a few moments. And we clearly feel that for a brief period of time we were another.