{"id":49002,"date":"2025-07-02T08:55:00","date_gmt":"2025-07-02T06:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/travesiapirenaica.com\/?p=49002"},"modified":"2025-06-24T13:02:15","modified_gmt":"2025-06-24T11:02:15","slug":"tall-tales-iv-the-first-step","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/travesiapirenaica.com\/en\/relatos-de-altura-iv-el-primer-paso\/","title":{"rendered":"The first step"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ce continue with the publication of the micro-stories of the FOURTH edition of the competition:\u00a0High Altitude Stories<\/a>we let you enjoy with \"The first step<\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/em><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/em><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/em><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong>\", by\u00a0Sergi Garcia i Gisbert<\/em><\/em>.<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

The first step<\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/em><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/em><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/strong><\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n\n\n\n

-by Sergi Garcia i Gisbert<\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em>- <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The girl skipped among the stones, red-cheeked and with a smile that wouldn't go away.
Each step made a soft noise in the earth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Grandfather, why does it sound like that? -he asked, pausing for a moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Because you tickle her,\" he replied, with a glint of complicity in his eyes.
eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She laughed, bent down and touched the ground. It was cold and damp.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-It's soft,\" he murmured.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grandfather nodded slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-The mountain has its secrets. But it only tells them to those who take the time.
to listen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The girl looked at the horizon, where the path disappeared into the forest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-And how do you know that? -he whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Grandfather leaned his cane and pointed ahead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Because he told me about it years ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She moved forward, letting the mountain speak to her with every step. He stayed behind,
listening silently to the echo of his own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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(You can support this mountaineering-cultural initiative by purchasing one of the ebooks).<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n