A young father and his eight-year-old son take a camping trip in the mountains. Nights in a tent and life in the open air bring intimacy and dialogue. While in the city, four workers have scaled a crane, and a music producer recounts his (mis)fortunes.

“We spent a long time thinking and talking about the film. Once we went to the mountain we lived, walked and breathed it. Like a game, even one that is difficult but always engrossing.” (Sara Pozzoli)

“It makes me think of those westerns where someone chases someone else across the great plains, looking for horses’ hoof prints in the dust, studying the traces of a camp, scanning an invisible trail from high above a rock.” (Giovanni Maderna)

Eugenio the son, Giovanni the father and a woman, Sara, who watches them, hidden. Along with the voice of a music producer, workers fighting for their rights and numerous other characters. An intimate story? A narrative documentary? A political account? A coming-of-age tale (for the son and father)? A western? A travel diary? Perhaps all or none of the above, or something else altogether. But definitions matter little here: cinema produces and multiplies genres, not vice versa. Life, like the stories, walks uninterrupted down long paths and adheres to no formats. (Mazzino Montinari)