A lone house. Built right into the side of a mountain. Over 4300 metres above sea level. One house. One man. Isolated. Nothing around, except for more mountains. A barren land. No crops. No animals. A river runs through the mountains, but is a long walk from the house. It is cold. Icy cold. No neighbours. No family? No friends? Just an old man, rummaging in his sack. Alone.