Intertwined with the tantalizing, never-ending quest for a man's own roots and sense of self, the novel narrates the mysterious, epic story of the ancient people of the Alps, the untold history of mythical Rhaetia: a land largely identified with the Rhaetian Alps, a country that in 600 B.C. comprised what is today’s central and south-west Switzerland, Grisons and Ticino, Liechtenstein, the entire Tyrol and Vorarlberg in Austria, Valtellina in the north of Lombardy, and the Adige valley in Italy. At the time of the Roman conquest it extended to parts of Bavaria and Baden-Württemberg states in Germany, south of the river Danube, including the territories of the Vindelici people, who occupied the northern part of Rhaetia and whose chief town was Augusta Vindelicorum (Augsburg). Arguably, it is the human lamp itself, the fire of sheer existence, the barrier to our reconnection with the powerful forces of nature, and the beyond world, that of ancestry. What is it today the Spirit of Rhaetia? Does it still exist? Or was it just a dream in the darkness of the night that turned into fire, exhausted itself, and faded into oblivion? Our times are doomed, as we are presently confronted with the most powerful forces that blind our eyes, drain our strength, turn us into mere cannon fodder at the mercy of the demons of modernity. Like never before, a man's soul screams for freedom, his very flesh and bones ache for truth; his scorching thirst for meaning is unutterable and unbearable; he seeks for the burning sun, the cool moon, the glimmering skies, the very earth that never changed; he turns to the land of the ancestors for salvation, thus he turns to the everlasting and everstanding mountains. Now, one man will ascend them one last time, to rejoin his ancestors and meet the Almighty God.