Transhumance has existed since the beginning of humanity.

People have always walked. Humanity has always moved in search of survival, of food, of subsistence. The path and the search have always been part of our condition.

Leading herds from a place where there is no longer food to another where there is, on the surface, a simple act of survival. Shepherds and animals depend on each other. It is economy. It is necessity. It is life.

But there is another level.

Transhumance is also a form of pilgrimage. The journey itself becomes a moment of reflection. And the time the shepherd spends alone in the mountains — between the sun and the sky full of stars — turns into a space for thought, silence, connection, even spirituality.

It is not only an ancestral activity. It is a profound encounter between man, animal and land. A gesture that crosses centuries and reminds us that walking has always been, at its core, our way of existing.

What remains is the film — simple, short, but, I believe, true and genuine.