A mountain collapses. Eight hikers disappear beneath the mass of rock.
After the Piz Cengalo landslide, I return to Bondo, on the Swiss-Italian border. Repair and safety work is underway. The traces are fading, but the scars remain among the local people.
Their stories reveal the invisible, creating a collective memory.
By following the path of the landslide, from the valley to the summit of Piz Cengalo, I also travel back in time, long before the appearance of humankind.
