With the memory anchored in Mari Ábrego, we see repeated every spring the images of rows of “mountañeros” waiting to peak at Everest as if they were waiting to pay in the box of the supermarket of turn. The times that we lived with Mari and so many others were times in which the Himalayas wanted a hostile world and, at the same time, wonderful. We saw them leaving towards an uncertain destination and, on their return, we were amazed by the world…
With the memory anchored in Mari Ábrego, we see repeated every spring the images of rows of “mountañeros” waiting to peak at Everest as if they were waiting to pay in the box of the supermarket of turn. The times that we lived with Mari and so many others were times in which the Himalayas wanted a hostile world and, at the same time, wonderful. We saw them leaving towards an uncertain destination and, on their return, we were amazed by the world…