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It was a massacre. Not so much the scary heights or fear of dying, even though I had, and that surprised me the attachment to life (and the rock) that was able to rip, but for the hard work.
Fatigue us wicked and makes us worse than what we already are. To me in particular is breathtaking and the chance to speak. I went up the hill in silence, knowing that I was done with drums and a great desire to cry.
I started crying, I simply whine that I was tired and I could not. A litany of complaints and bad words, because the road was too much, I was cold, hunger, darkness was coming and I wanted my mother.
When we arrived at the shelter were 20.15. We were distraught and needed a shower. But no, we had dinner at once, because those mountain closed at 20.30 the kitchen. In the mountains do not mess around, have dinner at 19 as retired. We have put in front of a broth and a tablespoon and we, as good children, we sent it all down, though most did not even know how we were called.
When the blood has to circulate in our ricominiciato Cervellini fried, we were a little 'peace with the company. We have redesigned the appearance of the three deer, half way, we had left and moved abroad. We thought of the stairs that we had left behind, and that terrible climb, we had passed, albeit badly. We went to sleep serene. And we have not slept a wink.
At six o'clock we pulled up, ruined in body but in spirit pimpantissime. We brushed away a tasty breakfast of champions and we dealt with the glacier.
After an hour's walk in the snow we had gone a hundred yards, but was so pleased because we did not know that we waited another 8 hours of walking.
The rest of the time we tracorso in the most terrible despair.
We were distracted by the breathtaking scenery only despair, fear of falling below the glacier tumbles with the resulting wet ass, helicopters searching for missing climbers that we met and with whom solidarity mountain immediately snapped: "How missing? " "Well, half an hour" and was always half an hour to 2 hours, minimum.
arrival Strangely, there was no one to cheer: there was just a nice guy who gave us a passing car.
These are the numbers of rails, I immediately played the lottery:
25, as the kilometers in two days
16 as the 3 hour walk

77 as the three of us, like the legs of women, the ones that I no longer a week, since they are all a bruise and do not bend even if I ask please
305 and the number of the path
2580, as the height at which we stayed.