The track like braces tightly holding all of this small villages in place.
Passing on, gently rocking, one by one in the dark.
Imagining families sleeping. The mother, two brothers and a dad.
This whole country is connected like the smile of a teenage girl.

Got to get some rest.

Twelve hours of gravel and stones, no path, just gravel and stones. You don´t know which are going to give away and which are going to stay.
At times it is so steep you have to crawl on your hands and knees.
I think the secret is to not ask yourself why you are doing it. It is just to take it when the pain sets in.

You realize pretty fast that this has nothing to do with mountains or altitude.
It is just one more step that followed the previous to keep you mind of those things that makes your head ache.

As a kid I used to hide under the stairs in the small storage space.
With just a thin particle board between me and the real life it was the perfect hide out.
I could hear them talk, but they couldn´t see me.
On the outside of the board there was a wallpaper in black and white.