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Thursday, March 17, 2011
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Reif Larsen
maps of my dreams proves to be a trip too long because if the idea, that of a small hobo that part of the world to discover after you draw it and / or imagined in his diagrams, is brilliant and witty, as it evolves and becomes increasingly introspective autorefenziale. Despite the centrality of a violent episode, the bleak and enigmatic, maps of my dreams contains many variations on that cryptic and extrapolations to the first bar are charming, they do reflect the second, third generate some unavoidable perplexity and fourth, that at the end, they sound boring. The level of writing is high and to make matters worse the unpublished illustrations outline is valuable in itself but also reveals the limits el'approssimazione history. At twelve Spivet TS not only has a vivid imagination, but also a philosophical view of the world because, despite his young age, he had already learned that "the representation should not be confused with reality, even that, in a sense, the difference is what makes the performances so significant: the distance between a map and the territory that describes leaves us space to breathe and see where we are. " The distance is fundamental and very personal mapping seeks to fill in every direction with his father (a real tough cowboy) and mother (a scientist should have some affinity with which more and instead feels chilly and distant) as well as the brother, killed by an accident with a firearm. For a child, as miraculous, there are too many details of matching and maps of my dreams are full of his failures, so that soon he too was aware of it: "There is something in the measurement of the distance between here and there , which sizes the mystery of what lies in the middle, and one child with a limited empirical experience the unknown world that could be hidden between here and there could be terrifying. Like many children, I'd never been there . I was barely here . When intercepting a telephone call from Washington that his designs are worth a premium of Smithsonian fled on board a train to reach the coveted award. So far everything works perfectly, at least if you know the eccentric Harry Smith collections or only some of the songs from the Basement Tapes Bob Dylan, then the trip, which should be a revelation becomes a list of notes and flights of fancy running a narrow gauge. When you reach the halfway point of the half and significantly in the urban landscape of the suburbs of Chicago, seem accorgersee Reif Larsen and also the same for him, TS Spivet that says: "I was left alone, lost in the solitude of the city without fraying end ". A feeling shared by the reader, despite the fireworks and the last urban, obvious attempts to surprise the finale.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
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THIS MORNING WE HAD THE 'HONOR TO RECEIVE WITHIN THE CHILDREN OF THE NURSERY 'bed & breakfast. "
AFTER THE GYM
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AND AFTER AN HOUR AND JUMPS VENISON IS BACK TO SCHOOL ..
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Alistair McLeod
Born in Canada in 1936, a family of Scottish origin radicatissime (one might say, a clan) Alistair McLeod is a storyteller from the extraordinary talent that was discovered with a collection of short stories The lost salt gift of blood . Title a bit 'complicated that could lead to some new age thinking, but instead lives in the wake of old songs, the seascapes of Cape Breton and Newfoundland, and the bitter life in a rural area hard, harsh, sometimes, ruthless. Stories that have been celebrated by Joyce Carol Oates ("In clear prose Alistair McLeod is found throughout the musicality of traditional ballads, the whole mystery of life and death ") as Alice Munro (" It 's really difficult to infuse the magic in the writing and the magic he is capable of Alistair McLeod "). If we add the fact that Alistair McLeod has been compared from time to time to Ernest Hemingway, William Faulkner and Mark Twain, you will understand why The lost salt gift of blood and Calum Red two books are not to be missed. A fortiori, Calum Red . It 's the story of a clan that moved to Canada from Scotland, led by founder, Calum Red , in fact. For generations the story of McDonald explains the two coasts and was rebuilt in memories, in memory, the time seems to flow inexorably over their lives. From the medieval battles mines (more or less) the modern saga is reconstructed in the dialogue between two brothers, Alex and Calum, who lives led on different paths, perhaps because "it is sometimes difficult to choose which things to leave in the most touching unfit. " In their speeches are shallow emotions and segments of the past, but also a complex language processing result of several centuries of migration, missions, songs, stories, encounters and clashes. Tell Calum Red : "In the barracks of the mine at night you could hear the men of their dreams in different languages. Sometimes words shouted in Portuguese or Italian, Polish or that it was the language of the country they came from. There were shouts of encouragement or warning or fear and sometimes they were the sweetest expressions of affection or love. No one knew what to say except those who shared a kind of common past. We, too, dreamed of, the oldest in Gaelic, and even the French Canadians had their own dreams. And our brothers in South Africa said that the Zulu were talking in his sleep. " These are the rhythms of language, forms of sentences ("The words themselves were the most important of their meaning"), the time that Alistair McLeod said the story, the dialogues to answer the question that's in the depth of the foundations of Calum Red : "We never think, the way you talk, the language of the heart and tongue of the head?". With this wonderful novel is not only articulated a clear response Alistair McLeod, concrete and open horizons in the same ocean, but it is confirmed among the (few) literary surprises of recent years.
Monday, March 14, 2011
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Sam Shepard
loneliness, alienation, exclusion and other human odyssey that all the favorite themes found in Sam Shepard's Motel Chronicles a kind of elevation to the maximum exponent, where the writing is something that goes beyond words, because "they say that the words are incomprehensible." Then it's like looking through a window, in an eternal night that "keeps us in the light," to see someone poised on the edge of their own. The image is carved in the shadows, clear and precise: "He washed his red shirt in the sink. He spread a towel on the floor of the motel. He stretched out his shirt over the towel. While smoothing the sleeves and crossed on the belly of the shirt he thought about his own death. " It 's easy to think that the room is paid a few dollars in the same county of Paris, Texas "in" and "outside" the two extremes of significant writing Sam Shepard play of images because "every photograph is a point of view" and look at the words, rather than reading, it helps to have a lot of thoughts is that they can "call allies." Sam Shepard's writing is, especially at this stage to Motel Chronicles classical, undefined, undefined precisely because classical, classical because indefinite. The sentence construction is made one step after another, one word after another, fragments and sketches that go to join without a specific pattern, at least in appearance. It 'the expression of an impression, an emotion, the immediate and that is where it becomes explicit his congenital proximity to the language of rock'n'roll. The items are cut and assembled with a hatchet, as if Polaroid, deep and precise incisions that have the same effect as a riff in a song with you and you do not spring any more. To fix a point in the geography of life they need a line, a little less, not more: "Suddenly I was caught a terrible panic. I was between these two worlds. The world that I had left behind and this new world. I had no idea where to go. " The temporary shelters and without hearing a motel room or cabin of a car are small and ephemeral illusions because "the people here has become the people who pretend to be" and not just about Hollywood and California. It is 'out', "inside". E 'in Sam Shepard's writing and reading of the reader who asks (and answers): "What is the point where it becomes dangerous to go further? And I realized that the moment when you think of the questions were already gone too Essert there ". Out now is the desert, a place where words do not count for anything anyway because if you update the Motel Chronicles "does not change anything. You might as well not know if you really want the truth. Might as well take it as it comes. Not so hot. If I dissolve I dissolve. Period. You might as well dissolve in peace. " Reading it is like peering through a crack of light "inside" and "out" on a stupid movie "yes, but never like life."
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IN ANOTHER WORLD - DARIO FAVRE
In another world
Step by step, day after day, often in silence, we follow Dario Favre, look at
Parco Nazionale del Gran Paradiso. Her daily life is made of observation of
or rescue animals in need of ibex and chamois. The environment is worthy of
best postcards, but the enchanted landscape hard to hide a big
loneliness that must be able to accept and deal with the risk of not
do it.
DARIO FAVRE WILL BE 'OUR GUEST IN THE COMING MONTHS
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Sunday, March 13, 2011
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Louise Erdrich
E ' the story of a desperate love for sacrifice and face the madness. Irene Gil's wife and mother of his three children. Most of all is his (only) because Gil is a model established painter and unstable. They are a great couple, admired and envied, but their marriage has become a cage they love without limits by following "the savagery that existed between them, the necessities." Anything, a debate, a night of sex, a small family issue is expanded on the edge of human tolerance. To survive, he needs the love of many other conditions and they also know that their "infatuation, attraction, sudden fever is in part a surface, a lack of knowledge. Falling in love is when we love most of the things that we know the other person and we can tolerate the defects that can not be changed. " Irene Gil and rather not see their limits, and year after year, among them the tension becomes unbearable. Gil, realizing that Irene keeps a diary might read it for fear of being betrayed. When Irene discovers his intrusion, the advantage of writing stories of lovers who never had. The provocation should serve to get away from Gil, spike the accelerator to the separation and instead triggered a devastating psychological and emotional spiral. The couple slips in that cul de sac where love becomes a cannibalistic ritual. She continued to see in him something "in the midst of all the shit that flew, a smooth and steady flame," as she said then a small and effective witness. He cultivates something that "someone calls her refusal. People joke on, or get to the point of looking down on those who remain stubbornly attached to an idea without hope, especially when it comes to a relationship. Yet in some people's refusal can be seen as something noble. It can be seen as a form of holy madness ". With the innocent children, but not unaware of the witnesses tormentatissima love story, and Irene Gil WILL BE tied to the end, on which, given the evolution of Shadow Step , it is reasonable not to add more. Louise Erdrich writes as if he had a musical score in front, beating up a little rough but steady pace and accurate. Marked by two musical quotations that, not surprisingly, limit the Shadow Step . Joni Mitchell mentioned in passing at the beginning makes it clear just what the general tone. It makes you think that the disks in the background are those of maturity, or Wild Thing Run Fast especially Night Ride Home , the latter also because it presented a Cherokee Louise with the features of Louise Shadow Step and, who knows, maybe the same Louise Erdrich. The mention of Gordon Lightfoot in the finale is much more balanced and explicit. Should be discovered by yourself because it is a kind of symbol in the bottom of a bitter and poignant novel, ingeniously constructed and performed with grace, just writing to say the least exciting. A masterpiece .
Friday, March 11, 2011
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Wednesday, March 9, 2011
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Paul Beatty
A native of Los Angeles, Since its debut, Paul Betty showed to get to know the reality of the ghettos, the evolution of cities and especially the history of race relations in America that emerges violently in all the pages of The white boy blues . Ironic title because Gunnar Kaufman and Sharp, the main protagonist, is black with no way out (the story of his family tree to the great-grandfathers and great-grandparents is hilarious and dramatic at the same time), lives in Hillside, Los Angeles, a neighborhood high risk, to put it mildly: the cops running with the name of Babe Ruth (the famous baseball champion, for the avoidance of doubt) affected the billy entering middle school, there are metal detectors, gangs, and eleven years lord it is not so strange to have a gun tucked into his trousers. This outpost of the Middle Ages near future Gunnar Kaufman discovers his friends and his vocation, basketball and poetry, as well as the dark side of America (the novel is set in the early nineties, at the time of the beating of Rodney King, process and the subsequent bloody clashes in Los Angeles), which translates as "five hundred years have been delicious, but it's time to go. We are abandoning the sinking ship America, lightening its load by throwing overboard our stories, throwing in the sea and pulling in this dry in the future. Black America has abandoned its needs in a world where expectations are illusions, has refused to develop ideals and traditions in a society that applies the principles without principle. " In his youthful exuberance The white boy blues suffers from a certain prolixity, but it is easy to believe is due to an excess of enthusiasm: Paul writes and tells Betty always on a knife edge between sarcasm and irony, between farce and tragedy, from a poetic reality at all to get to compete with large African-American storytellers. Has anyone bothered to present the names (always white) by Tom Robbins and Kurt Vonnegut and Paul Beatty perhaps dreaming The Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison and writes (burning, slang, rhythm) as Chester Himes: it is not racial affinity, but an elastic way, multifaceted understanding of language, Storr, the same art of writing and storytelling. Between the lines Paul Beatty cites Céline, Amiri Baraka (formerly LeRoi Jones), John Dos Passos and then writes: "It occurred to me that perhaps the poems are like colds. Maybe I heard to get a poem. I felt a weight on my chest and I would come his eyes moist and fever, and ultimately a whistle in my ears would announce the emergence of eternal lines ". Funny, caustic, chaotic The white boy blues is also a kind of subtle, laconic stance: there are few ways out of the ghetto (whichever it is) and the poems are second to none, at least until people like Gunnar Kaufman'll write on the walls.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
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Ronald Everett Capps
There is basically a thread of hope that emerges from the swamp of losers told by A Love Song for Bobby Long. A life may be overwhelmed by events, passions, most of all dall'autoindulgenza, but before or later will have a small chance to redeem themselves or at least that's what happens in the story of Bobby Long Ronald Everett Capps what he portrayed as "an imperfect being, tormented by a legion of demons assiduously cared for by continuous and strong doses of alcohol. Bobby Long is a human case of Burns and Byron, his companion of adventures, not less. The newspaper association, strengthened by frequent visits of many sources of pleasure and liabilities, from poetry to talk by the river produces a mission statement that sounds a bit 'as a defense of the losers when they say: "We've always had a craving for even live too and we have never understood all those who had not. The life there are always enjoyed. We have never been spectators of life. " On this there is no doubt why, although counting laziness el'indolenza that beat their meet, Bobby Long and Byron Burns are two outsiders who fought and defended the diversity of a world that, for better or for worse, it are created by themselves. Ronald Everett Capps, which should not be entirely foreign to that particular slice of mankind, tells all the deeds, and the picaresque adventures with friends cut sour the great Southern storyteller: Flannery O'Connor, Tennessee Williams, William Faulkner are ahead of the family tree of the writer, but should also be remembered John Kennedy Toole, as his "band of idiots" shares a large amount of the happy company of Bobby Long and Byron Burns. Living in America at the turn of the last two centuries, does not lack ideas, however controversial as when he writes: "Education is what it takes to lead a happy life. Knowledge is merely information and education is what it takes to be happy. Any form of knowledge which does not contribute to your happiness is not part of your education. " And 'there that Bobby Long and Byron Burns are a source of redemption after the flood of alcohol and the endless odyssey of a hole to the other in and around New Orleans: a set dedicated to educating Hanna, a girl alone and desperate with the kind assistance of the two losers find a way out of despair and loneliness. The attempt to prevent them from repeating mistakes that all too familiar with it varying degrees of difficulty, not least the fact that no one from Bobby Long wants to give up anything, but in the end seems to work. It is not the end because, as is natural and right that Bobby & Byron and anarchists are too unreliable to enjoy their little victory, but it is true that, as one of them, "to get an education, just a damn novel, "perhaps A Love Song for Bobby Long is right .
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Not to mention of whom, George-John-Vincent-after reaching the church towards the 'Oriondé' 'have found themselves in front of a steaming polenta .. and that' was very gradita.C 'are those who fund and those who did is lying comfortably in Plan Maison.
The tail of the Carnival of Ivrea return accomplice, did not have any influence on the mood of the company for the past to have a special day on the slopes of Cervinia.
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Sunday, March 6 will remember for a long time for the beautiful day the sun rose in the presence of "His Majesty, 'The Matterhorn." A fantastic
Excursion Bec under the wise guidance of Pius Merlo by Hermes, with great snow and very good in 20 compagnia.I snowshoeing are all well equipped with Arva, well aware of the will 'of Cai of Valencia to act with the utmost respect safety standards particularly on neve.Gli friends were led by Claudio Rava, which should be commended for not abandoning those tired and wanted to give it back indientro. Not to mention of whom, George-John-Vincent-after reaching the church towards the 'Oriondé' 'have found themselves in front of a steaming polenta .. and that' was very gradita.C 'are those who fund and those who did is lying comfortably in Plan Maison.
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Itching From Threading
Charles Portis
"People can not believe that a fourteen year old brat is able to leave home in the middle of winter to avenge his father's death, but in those days did not seem so extravagant, although I must admit that did not happen every day. " There is already the entire history of Grinta in his opening words: the rest is to be read (or see) in one breath, unpretentious and with great pleasure. Charles Portis writes in a way very slowly, with a practical sense of the images, the action scenes (not to be a coincidence that The Grit is made into a movie twice) and putting on a version of the flat landscape of the West that does not give much to the mythology and is fairly steeped in the violence of "frontier" which adds a heavy dose of irony. The plot is basic and one-sided because it is divided into no man's land between revenge and justice, rather fertile ground in the American West, served with cunning and blackmail, and negotiations and trigger-happy: the journey undertaken by small to avenge the murder of Mattie the father is the initiation into the wilds of the West and with the mutability of the form of bonds, subject to betrayal, head shots, lies but also sudden bursts of generosity and courage. Also because the figures of the outlaws tend to merge, are never defined, they move like shadows on a line indefinitely. The same energy has a dark and turbulent past (and not always in the right) is as dark and turbulent history of the West, shows that Charles Portis's familiar with and in a non-trivial. Many details, from the historical strands of the Civil War, the primordial chaos from which they were born the United States of America, down to the details, accurate and detailed, and the operation of weapons and their use inevitable, not to mention the melting pot and wilderness are carved in a refined way in the journey of Grit, Mattie and ranger LaBoeuf without taking even a joke to the fast pace of the story. Whose evolution is so natural and, ultimately, even in the context of obvious cliches of the West, but is not without its twists. It is true that the hounds to follow the tracks, holding up the horses and to keep weapons at hand, but it's always fate, a mirage or a failure to introduce a new leap of faith. Until the grand finale is lively, spectacular, with all the protagonists in epic conditions between charges on horseback, shooting accuracy, castanets and deadly duels. Much more can not be added because the novel, although now we know just about everything, contains many elements of surprise. Must But to say that, over the manhunt, the short tail and melancholy attention back to the Wild West show, with sheriffs and outlaws reduced to freak, a fate they shared with other American legends and remembers the end of merciless a myth dies hard.
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The Pakistani Winter, and his porters Shimshal
Shimshal Valley , January 20, 2010
Unlike summer, when the corn fields, trees and green lawns against the brown earth and rock dry, now everything is gray like a movie in black and white. It's cold and also at low altitudes above 1600 meters is totally ghiacciato.Noi creep along in our jeep to Shimshal on a bumpy, bumpy road that was literally torn from the mountain by the force of will of its inhabitants, more than 23 years of hard work with a shovel and pickax. This spectacular adventure off-road alone justifies a trip to Pakistan. 
We creep along in our jeep to Shimshal on a bumpy, bumpy road that was literally torn the mountain by the force of will of its inhabitants, more than 23 years of hard work with a shovel and pickax. This spectacular adventure off-road alone justifies a trip to Pakistan.
In the village there is no running water, no telephones or televisions. Only a few families have installed small solar panels that provide light for three hours at a time during the long winter nights. There are doctors and the nearest hospital is in Gulmit, where a primary care physician oversees all emergencies, without the use of "sophisticated" medical care. The community is very united and the people help each other like one big family. Any problem is a problem and not Shimshal for one person.
potatoes, rice, chapatti, dal, peas and beans are preciously rationed to make sure that we are not left without supplies before the next refueling. Once in a while you get to eat the meat of goat or yak. Unlike summer, there are chickens because it would not survive the harsh temperatures of winter months. The yak is also a feature of Shimshal. It 'rare to see these animals in Pakistan, but in Shimshal Valley, along the border with China, Liev thousands of them in the desert.
The temperature during the five winter months, is consistently less than 12 below zero to minus 20, and even sitting near the wood stove it rarely gets more than 5 degrees. The impression I get is that this country during the winter waits patiently for the summer in the same way my ancestors did in the Alps, 150 years ago. In the village of Shimshal
more than 40 people have climbed a mountain of 8000 meters and Rajab Shan, the only Pakistani to have climbed all 8000 meter peaks of the Karakorum was born here. E 'considered a hero in all of Pakistan.
In the village there is no running water, no telephones or televisions. Only a few families have installed small solar panels that provide light for three hours at a time during the long winter nights. There are doctors and the nearest hospital is in Gulmit, where a primary care physician oversees all emergencies, without the use of "sophisticated" medical care. The community is very united and the people help each other like one big family. Any problem is a problem and not Shimshal for one person.
potatoes, rice, chapatti, dal, peas and beans are preciously rationed to make sure that we are not left without supplies before the next refueling. Once in a while you get to eat the meat of goat or yak. Unlike summer, there are chickens because it would not survive the harsh temperatures of winter months. The yak is also a feature of Shimshal. It 'rare to see these animals in Pakistan, but in Shimshal Valley, along the border with China, Liev thousands of them in the desert.
The temperature during the five winter months, is consistently less than 12 below zero to minus 20, and even sitting near the wood stove it rarely gets more than 5 degrees. The impression I get is that this country during the winter waits patiently for the summer in the same way my ancestors did in the Alps, 150 years ago. In the village of Shimshal
more than 40 people have climbed a mountain of 8000 meters and Rajab Shan, the only Pakistani to have climbed all 8000 meter peaks of the Karakorum was born here. E 'considered a hero in all of Pakistan.
Near death.
Shimshal Valley, January 22, 2010.
cubic meters of rock go over my head like bullets. I cling to my ice picks, the last piece of protection placed several feet beneath my feet. I can not help but look up and hope they will not be achieved. I see an avalanche of snow and debris coming toward me. My gaze turns to stone. I clutch the picks even closer, lower your head and wait for the impact that will sweep away to my death.
I have often heard that when you are certain you are about to die, you see your life flash before you as a movie ... None of this is true. At that moment, I had only one thought: you must live. With fierce determination of those who struggle for survival, I can avoid the avalanche. For a moment all is silent, all is quiet. The silence was soon broken by cries my partner for me to come down as soon as possible. I look up and see a huge piece of rock the size of a car, coming towards me.
Now I'm sure. Now it's finally over.
My body is paralyzed. The sense of clarity, I had until then disappears. I get as close as I possibly can for the wall of ice, holding the picks as hard as I can and, with eyes closed, waiting for the shot. Something touches me, I hit snow. I open my eyes and take a few steps down.
The nightmare is over. I'm still alive.
I put a screw in a layer of ice on my arms to the left and descend quickly to my partner that the maternal instinct with me and guide me to the cave which protected them. I can not stay still. The adrenaline permeates my body and, despite everything, I keep a cheeky attitude. In front of the astonished eyes of my friends, I act as if nothing had happened. They definitely should, rightly, think I'm crazy. Several minutes pass and I am overwhelmed by a sense of emptiness. In silence, confused, I make my way to Shimshal.
Shimshal Valley, January 22, 2010.
cubic meters of rock go over my head like bullets. I cling to my ice picks, the last piece of protection placed several feet beneath my feet. I can not help but look up and hope they will not be achieved. I see an avalanche of snow and debris coming toward me. My gaze turns to stone. I clutch the picks even closer, lower your head and wait for the impact that will sweep away to my death.
I have often heard that when you are certain you are about to die, you see your life flash before you as a movie ... None of this is true. At that moment, I had only one thought: you must live. With fierce determination of those who struggle for survival, I can avoid the avalanche. For a moment all is silent, all is quiet. The silence was soon broken by cries my partner for me to come down as soon as possible. I look up and see a huge piece of rock the size of a car, coming towards me.
Now I'm sure. Now it's finally over.
My body is paralyzed. The sense of clarity, I had until then disappears. I get as close as I possibly can for the wall of ice, holding the picks as hard as I can and, with eyes closed, waiting for the shot. Something touches me, I hit snow. I open my eyes and take a few steps down.
The nightmare is over. I'm still alive.
I put a screw in a layer of ice on my arms to the left and descend quickly to my partner that the maternal instinct with me and guide me to the cave which protected them. I can not stay still. The adrenaline permeates my body and, despite everything, I keep a cheeky attitude. In front of the astonished eyes of my friends, I act as if nothing had happened. They definitely should, rightly, think I'm crazy. Several minutes pass and I am overwhelmed by a sense of emptiness. In silence, confused, I make my way to Shimshal.
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a friend, a great climber but also a great person who made the world around him a better place to stay .. . then a phone ringing at night in a tent at the base of Wenden to tell you that he is gone and there remains only the sadness and emptiness ... Uccio hello wherever you are ...