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The Tyrolese are upset because they are cut off from the world, and the world is upset about the Tyrolese. On the move in a very idiosyncratic region.
It smells of wood fire, a door opens somewhere. The wind throws thin veils of clouds over the peaks of the gigantic three thousand meter peaks between which the sun lies. The lift system is off, the snow removal equipment is parked on the side of the road. It is as quiet as a town of 136 inhabitants can be in mid-February, when the winding road ends at 2,000 meters, there are no tourists on the slopes and the residents are busy with themselves. Even the Tux-Zillertal, beautiful black cattle with unusually wide heads, bellow very quietly when Markus Pirpamer checks that everything is in order in the barn.