When I finally decided to change my location for the long exposure of the old Tremola I picked up my tripod and camera and slowly followed the dark path below the new Gotthard pass road back to the Gotthard hospice. Passing by the dark pillars of the road (it’s some kind of open tunnel) and the scary deep black hollow spaces between them I heard silent footsteps behind me, probably my own echo? – and some waterdrops falling down from the road above. It was like a creepy demonic vampire horror movie! Probably due to my darkest fears and nervousness I turned around every now and then – admittedly at least every ten meters – to make sure there was nobody or nothing behind me.

And there it was.