In my young years they told me I must go to the mountains so wisdom would meet me, because there the paths are narrow and wisdom would have no place to avoid me. If it met me... I don't know. Now looking back, I'd say I'm a happy person because the first time they dragged me to the mountains and "poisoned" me with them. Thanks, sis. Why I go, what pulls me, well... no simple answer. I know though that up there silence whispers, wind in larches sings, views to the sky are divine, vistas into the valley... And when it was worst for me I always found myself up there high... Also I know that my time for mountains will expire and I'll live off memories and yellowed photos, avidly browsing web pages and feeding on your experiences, all of you who have many paths ahead. May we be granted many more days in mountains.