now the snow was falling more than mild and the wind had stopped howling among the clefts and gorges of the mountain.
silently stared at my climbing partner in the eye, how many adventures we shared together, even as much as passion and stubbornness and ruthlessness we were bound. We were united as brothers, as if among us there was a knot climbing, one of those nodes to which we so often entrusted our life.
Those eyes, how many times I had accompanied him, had watched over my steps and saw the danger that loomed over me.
calmly walked out of the tent, the muscles were only a deep sleep and when I sat back upright I heard crackling, like ice under the weight of my body broke.
Ten days, so had passed since the last time I heard the crisp air on my face without it was hit by the ice pulled from the wind. Ten days of closed walls of canvas and huddled in blankets, trying in every way to maintain acceptable body temperature
I had thought of going crazy, I never really believed that could happen to me and my friend could get stuck and can never be achieved for so long.
The first days were passed as a joke, we were on our unconscious sarcasm sure everything would be over quickly, then after the third day all of a sudden had become more difficult, even seemed that the blood was like water in his veins, not We had more strength, the food began to be rationed out of the tent and the mountain screaming and mocked us.
what was hard. What had been difficult. Yet now it was all over, I felt stronger, I passed the wall that had been placed in front of me, of course, I could not forget that he had beside me a true friend, I was only thanks to him managed to resist, if I had been alone I could not have anything against the inevitable death that the sky had chosen for me.
Feeling under the boots on the soft blanket of snow still observed a second, as was harmless, when it was, lying on the ground and distributed in the mountains like powdered sugar on a big cake. Think of sweet
always creates a hole in my stomach, I watched the tent, took a piece of meat with the addentai heat, cold and had not yet clotted blood formed a small stream that trickled down my chin.
a second I was still as a statue of ice, then I bent down, took the arm of my companion's head and walked toward the summit. We were stuck
only three hours from the summit, after being so close for so long no one could give up to reach the summit.
I left all things unnecessary to the camp, tents, backpacks, crampons, ice axes, ropes, arms, legs, those now useless.
After just over two and a half hours I ended up watching from the north face, the sight that presented itself to me was fascinating, I had the world at my feet, I turned to the direction from which I came, the curtain is not saw it was remained hidden by the snow, but a thin red line went up to the ridge and stopped at my feet forming a shapeless stain. Along the last vertebrae
still dripping blood, I was not able to shear net of the spine and this still hung like a long tail from the head of my companion.
calmly picked up my ideas and my own weight in fresh arm jumped into the void that opened up before me.
In the distance I seemed to feel the mountain laughing as I fell to never to rise again, only footsteps behind me, footprints in the snow.
silently stared at my climbing partner in the eye, how many adventures we shared together, even as much as passion and stubbornness and ruthlessness we were bound. We were united as brothers, as if among us there was a knot climbing, one of those nodes to which we so often entrusted our life.
Those eyes, how many times I had accompanied him, had watched over my steps and saw the danger that loomed over me.
calmly walked out of the tent, the muscles were only a deep sleep and when I sat back upright I heard crackling, like ice under the weight of my body broke.
Ten days, so had passed since the last time I heard the crisp air on my face without it was hit by the ice pulled from the wind. Ten days of closed walls of canvas and huddled in blankets, trying in every way to maintain acceptable body temperature
I had thought of going crazy, I never really believed that could happen to me and my friend could get stuck and can never be achieved for so long.
The first days were passed as a joke, we were on our unconscious sarcasm sure everything would be over quickly, then after the third day all of a sudden had become more difficult, even seemed that the blood was like water in his veins, not We had more strength, the food began to be rationed out of the tent and the mountain screaming and mocked us.
what was hard. What had been difficult. Yet now it was all over, I felt stronger, I passed the wall that had been placed in front of me, of course, I could not forget that he had beside me a true friend, I was only thanks to him managed to resist, if I had been alone I could not have anything against the inevitable death that the sky had chosen for me.
Feeling under the boots on the soft blanket of snow still observed a second, as was harmless, when it was, lying on the ground and distributed in the mountains like powdered sugar on a big cake. Think of sweet
always creates a hole in my stomach, I watched the tent, took a piece of meat with the addentai heat, cold and had not yet clotted blood formed a small stream that trickled down my chin.
a second I was still as a statue of ice, then I bent down, took the arm of my companion's head and walked toward the summit. We were stuck
only three hours from the summit, after being so close for so long no one could give up to reach the summit.
I left all things unnecessary to the camp, tents, backpacks, crampons, ice axes, ropes, arms, legs, those now useless.
After just over two and a half hours I ended up watching from the north face, the sight that presented itself to me was fascinating, I had the world at my feet, I turned to the direction from which I came, the curtain is not saw it was remained hidden by the snow, but a thin red line went up to the ridge and stopped at my feet forming a shapeless stain. Along the last vertebrae
still dripping blood, I was not able to shear net of the spine and this still hung like a long tail from the head of my companion.
calmly picked up my ideas and my own weight in fresh arm jumped into the void that opened up before me.
In the distance I seemed to feel the mountain laughing as I fell to never to rise again, only footsteps behind me, footprints in the snow.
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