>>1069204the next moment I saw a vast plato, laid on it for about an hour like a starfish, senseless, with bursting lungs and banging heart, I felt relief and greatfullness for surviving. I looked up at the slope that was leading to the peak through the rock gates I was dreaming to go through for so long, tried a few meters, but it was so hard, I had one crampon, one arm, the day was ending and the rivers of clouds below were crawling higher and higher, I was risking to stay here forever. I walked the opposite side of plato, the slope on that side was easier, it had a lot of tiny rock temples sticking out from snow, so I made a classic deceision-to descend, no matter where, to drop the altitude, to reach the melting level, morenas, the bare rocks, anywhere but here. I started slipping(glissering for what it became known lately) in a sitting position using my stick as a brake, very slowly going from one rock to the other, trying to not gain speed by any means. Is wasn't an easy thing to do but I was too exhausted to walk or plan,
