Tapum
Ta pum is an old war song of italian alpine troops. Ta pum is the sound of the shot of a hundred year old rifle, is the echo that still bounces eternally on the Alpine front, the scenario of the bloody clash between Italy and Austria. More than a century after the end of the First World War, this echo still lives among the rocks, the crags and the ice of that sinuous frontline frozen in history. After a hundred years on the battleground rusty pieces remain as scraps of history abandoned among the stones. Accelerated by climate change, the melting of glaciers is bringing back to the surface pieces of that war that looks so distant and yet so similar to too many others much closer to us.
In this context, a distracted, hurried, too often unaware tourism creeps. The conviction that everything must be accessible for everyone has led us to colonize the mountains up to their highest altitudes, to build infrastructures and lay out paths. So the tourist steps onto the balcony of history, tramples its rusty remains and goes away.
