What are two men and a woman hanging on a precipice of ice precariously insured a nail driven into the rock at two o'clock as a cold sunny afternoon in January? How did they get there? And above all why? To have a privileged view of the world perhaps? But from that corner the view is limited to the 'beautiful valley below, where life is frozen pending the renewal of spring and the silence is the only perspective possible. It 's a different and a subjective desire, detachment, rise from the world and daily life, rising above the clouds for a brief moment of happiness incomprehensible ... the disinterested contemplation of beauty ... a taste of paradise. But today we hung up an icefall called Acheron, the river of hell, there are 10 degrees below zero, I'm getting the bubble in your hands, I'm thirsty, I miss the heavenly breath and everything in there is nothing! We climbed for hours on spicozzando fragile crystal structures, castles, water trapped by ice in the instant before falling to the valley, a spell that will melt only with the kiss of spring ...
Mountaineers do not want to go to heaven, hell is more attractive and is made of high rock walls and columns of ice, where thousands of roped climbing frantically as ants. In retaliation for group of mountaineers climbing eternally on a wall which you never see the top ... but some is for a penalty worse: a beautiful mountain you see in the distance, there are glaciers and pristine walls still to be scaled, can be reached by climbing meadows and valleys and then into snow for easy rocks and steep slopes, but the approach will last forever ...
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