My grandma used to call my sister and me "Snoopy" — because we were always digging through her dresser, full of old Swiss photographs and documents we didn't understand yet but couldn't stop asking about.
My grandpa came to Europe as a soldier. He met my grandma, they fell in love and got married. She made the decision to move to the United States — and only returned to Switzerland once.
We lost them both recently. And in that grief, something became clear: the story they carried — the one we'd been snooping after our whole lives — would disappear if we didn't go get it ourselves.
July 9–16, we're going back. To Basel, where she grew up and her grandfather built buildings that still stand. And further — to Präz, a mountain village so remote that only 40 people live there today. That's where her mother Alma's family is from. Generations of people living in the same valley, the same altitude, the same bloodline carved out of the Alps.
We're retracing the journey, interviewing family, and filming it all — in their honor, and for the generations that follow us.
