Angeli del Nanga

The mountain as a metaphor for existence. An expedition to Nanga Parbat by four friends united by conflicting feelings which turns into a mountaineering and existential tragedy. "A mountain? Okay, let's call it a mountain. An eight thousander? Of course you can call it that, if you think you can measure it in meters. But let me tell you something. When we arrived in the Diamir valley, one of the old Diamir chiefs told me a story, a kind of legend about the first man who dared to climb Nanga. When that sahib was halfway up the climb, the mountain became very angry at his irreverence, so it unleashed a storm that pushed him against the rocks and was almost on the verge of killing him when suddenly it realized how small and insignificant that man was. and decided that she would simply take possession of one of his fingers by pulling it out at the root. The sahib fell to his knees, shouting, trembling, with his hand broken, stained with crystallized blood, and despite the roar of the hurricane he heard the voice of the mountain: «Come back whenever you want. When I have your other four fingers then I will be able to make a real hand."