The reunion

We continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the first edition of the competition: High Altitude Storieswe let you enjoy with "El reencuentro", by Juan Cristobal Benito Ferriz.

The reunion

-by Juan Cristobal Benito Ferriz-

Here alone again; dying and on the edge; the soroche does its thing.

As I sip something hot, I take the opportunity to soothe my aching hands with the warmth of the glass.

The howling of the wind is constant, strong; the tent sways on both sides, to the limit.

Outside, the ice is constantly cracking, making dry, shuddering noises that invade my soul; fear is trying to take hold of me at times.

I ask myself the same old questions so as not to go back, even though I know they will be in vain because this is my philosophy of life.

I visualise with my eyes closed, the route to the summit. A chance. Nothing can go wrong.

It's midnight; we must leave now.

I am overcome by the metamorphosis of the mountaineer and, drawing strength from "I don't know where", I start the journey to the summit.

Up there will be a mere formality; the most important thing will be the return to base camp.