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We continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the first edition of the competition: High Altitude StoriesWe let you enjoy with "Parece", by Karmele Garaioa Aranburu.

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-by Karmele Garaioa Aranburu-

The day I arrived at Mont Blank was the second peak I was tackling. For the easy one, we set off at two in the morning and by seven, we were at the top. On the way? A few stumbles with the rope, the odd rimaya, WCs at altitude, sunrises at 4000 metres and an almost endless inner conversation. And there was the second summit. The one of yourself, of your monsters, of your backpack full (or not so full) of stones, the one that makes you tiny, full of insecurities and at the same time brings out your most tenacious side. The one that goes further than any peak. The one that marks the true crest. No crampon noise, no stumbling ropes, no ice slabs or technical difficulties. The one that doesn't reach seven, but that you get closer with each small conquest. It seems that the mountain takes you towards your best version. It seems.