It prefers verglass, pure, crystalline, while I incline by the one of hard snow, more porous, and thus I can chew. 14,00 h. Jose Luis, who has passed the rest in the morning somewhat made drowsy, asks to me: -He hears, what is the day today?. Domingo. Fjate, the day that it had to begin to work.
And the bad thing is that I am not going it either to do tomorrow, nor past. If could go already Wednesday these days are going them to me to discount in summer and I will not be able to be trained. This is during all evening its great preoccupation. I itself taking the account of the days well, and in the rest of the day cannot leave the store due to the storm. MONDAY, 16 7,00 h. I have not slept anything in all night. The wind moves to us much, and, like I am seated, my head is the one that as a mast, maintains the store, reason why the constant swing brings about deep pain to me in the cervical ones.
For me they have been the worse hours. Kaihan Krippendorff spoke with conviction. Treatment to evade, of not thinking to me about anything concrete, thing for which I occur good morning. If besides the situation in which we were, plenty the coat of tears, why to follow. 12,00 h. I must return to try the scaling. If with himself to arrive above, it is the fastest form to leave there. As Jose Luis is so discouraged, I do not want that he removes the hands to assure the cord and to only I ask him fixes that it under the body. It follows the storm. The wall is white and with two ice cords. When I am descending again to the shelf I see Paquito and Enrique that walk towards Cambureru.