A little more than a year ago I found an article about Evaristo, a goat sheperd that lived at the feet of the Apuan Alps, far away from everything that we deem as society. Fascinated, I decided to meet and get to know this man and his world. He doesn’t own a phone so I reached him where he currently lives. That’s how I got to know Evaristo, his son Matteo and the rest of his family. That’s not all I got to know. Following him through the mountains’ paths to lead the goats, I understood the delights and the hardships that lie behind his work and life. With time, I had the pleasure to bond with the whole family, particularly with Matteo, his son. While driving to reach the goats' stable, the shepherd’ son shared a hidden memory of his childhood with me. His father’s work never allowed them to enjoy the distractions that a parent and a son should be able to entertain themselves with. Only at night, while waiting for slumber, they could allow themselves a moment of tenderness: a hug was enough, until dawn, carrying the sheperd’s duties, broke them apart. The embrace was also enough to permeate Matteo’s clothes and skin with the strong goaty smell, enough for his classmates to notice. We are deep among the white and cold marble of the Apuan Alps; the freedom that you can feel on these mountains becomes alienating from the world that exists over these stone walls. In this environment, Matteo always let himself be lured by fantasies that see him as an explorer amidst the nature, with a quest to bear the weight of living.