It starts from the locality Cà mol. The goal is to reach the fortified and passable trench line, whatever the cost, as it should have been during the First World War. We are lucky because in our little peace we can make use of that of the snow-capped mountain, much deeper. The snow muffles every sound, even the breath becomes imperceptible and deep. Snowshoes are put on to continue on heavier snow. The line of the horizon makes the color of the sky indefinable and makes you fall in love. A supply of dried fruit and coconut flakes on his red fingers, like in a song. But the melodies called into battle and once you reach the top you hide and sneak in as safe as then. There is still the place of the machine gun, there is the cannon with the weight of the rust. Between the grates a stupendous and motionless panorama. We go down, the clouds are sparse and everything appears possible in the world that obeys the sky. Excellent dishes, a beautiful day.