The Wings Of The Fly. Mountains and forests become mythical places within it, half memory, half dream. Movements between musician fathers who roam through childhood like wolves, and friendships that bridge distances. Between a dying lamb, silent wingbeats, and a reverent plum. Between Allgäu and Black Forest, between mountain and valley, between the one and the other. Between all of this grows the realization that the flutter of a fly’s wings is enough to set an entire past in motion.