In a corner of the mountain, Old Antonio rolls his cigarette in front of a tentative campfire.  Only the dawn listens to his words: “The oldest of our ancestors tell that in the beginning, there was darkness, fog, silence, everything motionless.  There were already the earliest gods, the ones who gave birth to the world.  But it was not until the first words were spoken that time began its long journey. Many things were created by the first gods, those who created the worlds.  Terrible and wondrous things that had to find their reason, motive and destiny with the growing