There were still about two and a half hours of light left and sitting on a stone in the middle of the road I had about privileged views of the village we had just left behind. They were only a few houses of straw and wood crowded in the middle of a small green meadow. Small farmland provided sustenance for those dozens of families. An anonymous place hidden in the mountains, full of anonymous people with whom I shared a few hours of my life in which I was happy. I guess those kids won't remember me, but I do remember them.
About 4 in the afternoon we arrive at the German cabin, 3000 meters above sea level.
The cabin, made of wood and metal roof, was very well equipped. The main door opened to a kind of living room-kitchen, where a wooden table was guarded by a couple of long benches and the kitchen utensils were stacked on a large shelf. Two rooms with two double bunk beds completed the benefits of the cabin. A cold night was approaching but the beds were equipped with thick sleeping bags and thick blankets to sleep like a child.