>>1069199In two days reached the morenas, and camped there, oppic. the altitude was 3800-4000m. It was very cold and silent there, felt like I was on another planet, so as I planned my challenge started when I reached the first glaciers. I was going to spend two or three days getting ready for the ascent. Two days passed, the night I was to leave my camp came but the freezing cold and wind mde me stay in the tent that midnight. The next morning I felt weak. I had no heat sourse and was drinking grey cold water from morenas, one candy and a few bread with canned fish two times per day. I was sure it's too much for this easy trip, ''those guys from Bonongton expedition on the Ogre haven't been eating for a week and still managed to climb on 7000, so stop whinning''. The nights became very cold long, almost endless, I was laying on the stones shaking hard from freezing cold, waiting for the first glimpses of dusk, just to realize something other than this endless cold dark still exists. With the first light I was falling into absolute delirium, I was seeing the weirdest dreams ever, they became so real and intense, It took me quite a time to come back to reality, which was frightening, there was nothing to make me feel safe or comfortable, so I preffered to stay lucid. Every night I struggled with my weakness and fear to make that burst and start ascent, it seemed my thoughts were still sleeping and not realizing the reality, so when I was making an enormous effort to open the one layer ice covered tent flap, the killing cold and darkness made me say to myself I'm freaking crazy, and I covered my head with icy jacket to keep the last warmth of my breath. On the seveth day I woke up at 3 pm and made a strong decision that today's gonna be the day, I tried to make some exersises to make the weakness go away, and to my surprise I couldn't raise my arms, it was funny at first, tried to pick up a stone and lift it up, barely stood up,
