Peter lead us up the stairs to the second floor and from there to the attic. A narrow wooden staircase, something that in itself reckons the continent and this country. He opened the little window on the roof and told me to have a look. Fresh air was coming inside. The window was way above me, so Miki came to lift me up. I pulled up close to the window, thinking how small I am and how bright the sun is while searching for high mountains, unmistakable high mountains with white tops but where are they?

I was about to give up when suddenly they were there. They have always been there, and those clouds were not clouds at all, the sky was so clear, those could be no clouds and clouds are rarely in such perfect alignment. And I am going there, well, not going so high but going there and I knew the Alps would make me feel tiny but until that moment I had no idea how tiny tiny could be, when a glacier is sometimes the size of a wide and long valley and to think about the rest, well, you'd better not.