“You see them walk in a distance, miles away, and you know that they have already made quite a few hours more on this surface than yourself. Every step and every breath is a confirmation and reminder of where you are. The sun burns, the wind is freezing. Around you nothing but clouds and snow. Long floating like ghosts and spirits guarding the mountain. Or creaking under the weight you place cautiously. I can not help to look with great respect and admiration, as these pilgrims pass..”
“The Alpinist” as I called it is a story about the respect and admiration I had as a kid and don’t ever seen to loose.. It’s the job I dreamt of to do myself. But I followed other ways that didn’t bring me there..
Still, I can not help to look with great respect and admiration, as these pilgrims pass..