REPORT || Over two days at the end of March, between Cainheiras and Padressouro, an 82-year-old mother and her 60-year-old daughter lead chickens, rabbits, goats, sheep, bags of flour, staffs, clothes, and hay — and a way of life that threatens to end with them. In Castro Laboreiro, transhumance still exists, but it has also become something else: a conversation about old age, work, fear, freedom, borders, and loneliness. And the stubbornness to carry on.