Do I really belong here? I'm fighting my way up the hill step by step. Behind us lies a strenuous hike over rugged and pointed rocks. More than eight kilometers. My strength is waning, and with it my concentration. Apart from the settlement, which despite all its ostentation, the white boxes that all look the...

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I had to get out and this path is right on our doorstep. A short walk over a paved road up the hill, then through a ravine over rocks and stones. A group of four people came toward us, followed a little later by two young men. And then, suddenly and surprisingly, out of nowhere,...

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Most of the path leads through the forest, over ground covered with dense foliage. Only as we approach the ridge is the path littered with rocks, some of which are sharp. As we ascend, but especially as we descend, it becomes a little challenging, as the rocks are larger and more pointed, slippery from the...

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Every step counts. I often say that to myself as we make our way up the mountain. Every step counts. And so I pay attention to every single step and walk very consciously up the windy and steep path. It's a meditation where I have to bring my attention back to the moment whenever it...

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The peak we're climbing today - the Pic de l'Escalette - is about as far from the Atlantic as it is from the Mediterranean. At an altitude of 1856m, it's not particularly high compared to the really big ones. But what the heck. It was high enough for us and well worth the trip. True...

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It takes time. Everything needs time. I know it and yet I don't give myself that time. I judge far too quickly and therefore far too harshly. We haven't even been here a whole week and I'm paying attention to the things I don't like. The dilapidated buildings outside our windows. The rotten, unpleasant-smelling wood,...

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We're on the descent, about halfway down. The mountains stretch out before our eyes, lined up on the horizon. Above them, a deep blue sky. The sight takes my breath away. Behind us, a trail runner appears out of nowhere. I immediately think of Kílian Jornet Burgada. These are his mountains. He comes from somewhere...

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