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Climbing a mountain before breakfast…
…and swimming in a lake for lunch. Tired and cold I get up. Everything hurts, I slept like a bird on a pole, woke up many times during the whole night, feeling like I would fall from the bench which was my bed. It did rain and there where some crazy winds blowing over the…
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Why am I doing this?
Not only am I asking myself that question when I cycle up a mountain before breakfast, but also when landscapes around me are just to beautiful to grasp or when I am too exhausted to think, when strangers are kind and when I feel lost and alone. Why am I doing this? Why am I…
kesityu. 