Livigno is a stone’s throw away, you’ll go back to fetch your things and leave that corner of the world that resembles a cluster of white cold pollen come from the North. You’ll go back to leave the World Champion to his daily routine and ski lessons, to leave a car that allowed you to experience a balance created of wildness and beauty. You’ll leave a poem written on a snow-covered slope, where the snow is higher than a man. 

You hear a music nearby, a DJ is translating all the sounds you heard elevated between snow and sky and man and car, into musical notes.

There’s one last thing left to see: what other elements could be so hospitable to both man and car to become a land for their dance and poetry. But there’s still time. You never stop travelling.