Follow me!

Dazed and frightened I walked a First World War muletrack on the Italian holy mountain Monte Grappa, my thoughts wandered aimlessly. Suddenly I felt observed, I saw him, with convincing and reassuring eyes he seemed to tell me: “ Follow me! I will guide you on the path of my labors, my fears , you will see the signs of my hopes, my illusions, and the place of my agony that from that day I never left”