When you climb a mountain in the dark of night to enjoy the coolness of the morning and start a good and energetic day, good friends are by your side so that you are not alone and the silence of the mountain does not shake your heart.
Nature, no matter how fantastic and pleasant, always remains dangerous, and it should not be forgotten that the world can be unpredictable. But beyond that, the intimacy of good friends and companions who are always around warmth my heart.
What I experienced more than ever today was when I reached a point in the mountain where I could not breathe anymore. I don’t know what happened to me. I could not breathe, as if something was heavy on my chest and I was coughing. The climbers were ahead and I was standing there breathless.
I took a few steps with difficulty and fell on my knees. When I raised my head in the morning twilight, I saw my friend Anna standing in front waiting for me instead of leaving.
I got to my feet and moved a little more stumbling. I took a few more steps as I took a deep breath. I was exhaling my numbered breaths with pain in my chest. My friend was standing a few steps away from me.
A little later I got better and we all came down the mountain successfully. But I will never forget the moment when I fell on my knees with heavy breaths and in the darkness of the night I raised my head and I saw my friend whose face was not visible. But in the dim light of dawn was standing there waiting concerned and anxiously for me.
