WHAT COULD HAPPEN... IN THE SNOWY WHITENESS, WITHOUT PERSPECTIVE AND DEVOID OF SIGHT, ON A RICKETY MOUNTAIN TRAIN? WE TRAVERSE THROUGH THE COLD, TREACHEROUS TERRAIN, OUR HEARTS LEADEN WITH THE TERRIBLE MYTH OF ‘LA DIAVOLEZZA’, THE BEAUTIFUL SHE-DEVIL OF THE MOUNTAINS, KNOWN AND FEARED BY HUNTERS FOR GENERATIONS. WE RUSH TOWARDS THE LAST SANATORIUM IN THE HEIGHTS, WHERE THOMAS MANN WROTE ‘TRISTAN’. DURING THE JOURNEY, WHEN AN UNEXPECTED EVENT SUDDENLY HALTS THE TRAIN, DON’T THINK IT IS PURELY HAZARDOUS… ‘A ROLL OF THE DICE WILL NEVER ABOLISH CHANCE’. BUT WE WILL BE SAFE AND SOUND. IT HAS ALL BEEN FORESEEN, EVALUATED, PREDICTED, ANTICIPATED… THE MYSTICAL HUM OF THE LAKE BRINGS NATURE INTO FOCUS: CHILL, HYPOTHERMIA AND ITS ATTENDANT IMMINENT COLLAPSE; MORTEM-POST-MORTEM, DILATED PUPILS, INAUDIBLE HEARTBEATS, THE ANTEROOM TO UNCONSCIOUSNESS, A STATE OF BEING THAT PRETENDS TO BE DEATH BUT ISN’T QUITE… WHERE WILL THE JOURNEY END?