This is for me the most beautiful farewell letter ever written, it Egocheaga Jorge ( http://archivo.lavozdeasturias.es / html/544460.html ) dismisses his friend Iñaki Ochoa de Olza, the words used in reading the letter are quiet, peaceful, are a journey into the Annapurna man (killer mountain) has taken from one of his best friends.
She is a reflection of what is George, an old-fashioned climber, a country man of few words but with a wisdom that goes beyond trying to say in these lines.
in Annapurna, the mountain killing wherever there was just one year ago in Marboré and had a small little "graveyard", of which only exist in the Himalayas, and there a plate, "I could have clipped the wings, but then had not been a bird to fly freely, "was in memory of two dead climbers Aragon, of course, in the arms of Annapurna.
This is the letter that George Egocheaga devotes his friend Iñaki Ochoa de Olza, who died last month in the Annapurna, the words of Jorge serve to express my regret at the disappearance of Iñaki, while for all those who ask me why I serve as a response mountaineer these letters, also serves as a tribute to fallen comrades in the mountains.
"Jorge Egocheaga Iñaki Ochoa writes
Asturian mountaineer dedicates this letter the deceased in the Annapurna Inaki Ochoa de Olza.
Iñaki Ochoa Egocheaga said Jorge, who, for instance, shared the ascent of Dhaulagiri which would be the eighth for the final eight thousand "seems to have born in Kazakhstan and not in Oviedo, I think a guy very hard, to some unimaginable extremes. When all the Kazakhs were in the Manaslu base camp with a meter of snow, all with their feathers, he was at T in the store and told me "to it, where did you get that?". I am impressed by its human values, the mentality has always help, and then the lungs you have. We were a day at the summit of Manaslu and I stayed to wait for the Romanian Colibasanu, who came an hour later told me he was very cold feet and four hours later I was down, and down in four hours can not be Manaslu explain. But what interests me behind the climber, human values has as a person. Jorge
Now, after the death of Iñaki, writes this letter:
"Dear brother Iñaki: Are
6.45 am and I'm sitting in the middle of a forest, such that rises to the top of Monsacro, my mountain. A deep green, glossy, Asturias, hug me while the dim light of sunrise bathe my weary eyes. Like every day I woke up at 5.45 for my appointment with her, before starting a long working day ... but today I have no desire to climb, now prefer to sit in this corner to show you how to Iñaki 5 months ago and we share laughter, hopes, desires and frustrations, happiness and horror, in short, life itself, or as he called pure life.
We talked about our choices. Have chosen outfits austerity, which for us is a way of understanding life, rejecting consumerism atrocious subliminal discourses, the social and political vendettas. Sometimes, enough, we were accused of "tacky" by the way we dress, driving, living, in short, to live, then, the truth is we could do otherwise. Those who say we do not understand that our commitment is built with our own way, we do not want to betray the society and not trying to alienate our hopes.
Our austerity are rich because we need very little to achieve short but intense moments of happiness.
claim writing as keep those pants you gave me after confessing the cost 2 pounds in a London flea market ... and that certainly did in the Cho Oyu summit. Thus, we have also chosen a pair of trousers sewn from scraps of silence. We had many laughs with these great climbers who conquered peaks (as if the mountains could be conquered) drunk with success and honor and are greeted as heroes by the illiterate masses of alpine know.
Your way of life, that you had to bare mountains outside help, just you and them, has impeded the end of your last dream. However, has been honored with your vision, your commitment, your life freeing you from the social networks that continually tried to catch you ... and that makes you hero, it has managed to resist until the end.
Yes, our boots are full of holes. Through them we try to make life flow and avoid corsets, walls, prejudices. If we close our hands, we can only pick up a pile of sand in the desert, if we open our fingers, all the sand of time may pass through of them. We try to be aware that life is suffering and problems, but also happiness and friends, there's no heaven without hell and back, that we are beings and therefore inconsequential, insignificant between the immensity of the cosmos. Through the holes in our shoes trying to escape from these microworlds that claim god "in a virtual universe.
Our journey to the mountains is our way of life. Places, people, experiences, travel, condense in the construction of a path which we do not want to detach. Maybe it ends at the slopes of a mountain where the birds no longer fly, but where the air is so pure and clean as the souls who live there. We know that the worst is suffered by family and true friends, but we also believe that there is nothing more vile than betray those who love you. The betrayal of the other always begins with the betrayal of oneself and hence our struggle to be faithful to our ideals, those who dwell in that sacred place of our soul.
Actually, I think you've completed a cycle existential since the advent of the chimeras, construction palpable recognized as unrealistic dream, the feeling of being nonexistent in life before the terrible experience of death, rebirth adhered to push nature and its mountains its purest form ... what would we do without the travel?
We do not know what this is because we are immediately projected into an uncertain future, but rises to new experiences, previously unexplored, we are a cluster of feelings and past experiences and go, we are a tissue of interlinkages with land, its people, experiences, landscapes, mountains. We are part of the trip. Iñaki
is no longer here physically present but is still alive, sometimes more than before, in the soul, heart and mind of all those who want it with passion. Iñaki has earned immortality pulse, just (almost nothing) by the way it was. The seed of his light lives of their loved ones and nothing and nobody can turn it off.
I sit in the middle of bright green spring gives me Asturias. Something is moving among the leaves, about 20 feet from where I stand. A beautiful doe appears, and after her a wonderful bambi in a few days old. The doe I look suspicious, but the deer is coming gradually to lick my hand. I do not understand why they are not afraid, a tear sliding down my cheek. I think he knows and feels, how, here in the mountains, as Iñaki, I also reached my peace. "
that the Malicious keep you, your secrets are always sheltered from the Turtle, the bird, the towers, those places where the Pedriza becomes a magical place.
So long friend.
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