In the mountains of the Valnerina, life is concrete, hard, real, based on the rhythm of the seasons and of the earth. The few inhabitants of these hamlets still maintain those habits of sacrifice that recall the heavy daily work of their ancestors. We are at the Salto del Cieco, where the Customs House stood between the Papal State and the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies. In these valleys there is a peasant world that transcends the metropolitan rhythms, made of emptiness and selfishness. We perceive their goodness in the simple but sincere dialogues, in the rural tales of a hermit who has arranged an old ruin to live there without water or electricity, in the candor of a man who has given a kennel to many dogs without a master. A father and a son who raise cows in the high mountains, a young man who has chosen solitude. Different stories, to which the non-place of the mountain confers a humanity that awakens every day.