I still don't know how, after many pathless routes where there was no protection, I'm still here among you. Especially I remember three that stayed deep in me. Like those two teens in the tent, we systematically conquered everything in sequence that we reached by public transport and what was offered to us then. Above all, the ascent via Hanzova to Prisojnik was completely on the edge, where in 87l there were no fixed protections and we preferred holding rocks to rusty, hanging and rarely used, rusty wire ropes. Above Hudičev steber, above lojtra I decided to cross the wall itself to the ledge, buddy went by the path. Well the wall first gave good, solid holds (upper part of the mountain is from old rock), later the wall became steeper and steeper, climbing. A hold breaks on my right hand, footholds weaker, left luckily still holds. Alone in the middle of the wall, deep below spruce tops. For a moment unease grabs me, then spiritual turnaround into depths of self - pull yourself together and don't think of anything, concentrate and carefully, subtly forward. Friend already watches me from the ridge above and holds his head from that rock that flew into the valley. Give me peace, I tell him! I climb a bit left, a bit right to find missing holds, climb up, friend pulls me with hand over the top ridge edge. Felt like being born a second time. Next such, but easier case was when we climbed over Taška right over steep grass to Kalška gora, where both due to steepness, despite firm hold on undergrowth, slid like spiders downward. Nothing else helped then but to speed on all fours, like a cat climbs a tree when scared, so that we reached firmer ground below us. And that January hike to Stol when the north wind had such force that despite lying on ground it lifted us, so that as 12-year-old I grabbed the trouser leg of the one in front. Interesting was also descent from Vel. Martuljška Ponca (approach easy), where as always first with nose for passages safely brought buddy, who was always a bit weaker downward, to the upper scree under the wall. After all that we turned to nearby Mala Ponca, where we hit 8m rock blockage and piton with weathered end of rope. Fed up I sniff passage left and right in the gully reaching saddle 2450m high. Could describe more but Rok on Hribi net would already look sideways at me. Lp-Rok