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What a climb! It started on a gentle incline in the spruce forest but soon found myself working my way up through the rocks. They told me it was worth the effort because the views were breathtaking from up there.

But it didn’t seem like it was going to be my lucky day: I was caught by a thick fog that didn’t let me see even an inch in front of my nose when I was already approaching the summit.

It was dangerous to move forward because I knew there were cliffs ahead, and it was not safe to go back blindly down the difficult path I had just taken to get up there. So I groped around for a comfortable place to lie down and decided to spend the night there. I was freezing. I planned to come down that same day and did not count on spending the night in the open, so I didn’t have warm clothes.

When the dawn light woke me up, I sat up for a moment to scan the horizon and was amazed and horrified at the same time.

The view was truly spectacular; the fog had disappeared. I could see the city in the background, washed by the sea, the rugged mountains around me.., and the immense abyss at my feet.

I lay back on my stone throne. I did not dare to move for fear of falling.

I had to find a strategy of careful movements to go back to a safer place.

But I felt so good on that spot that I decided to take it easy in such a privileged position to observe the astounding beauty. I threw my head back, feeling the sun warm my body, and let the hours go by until noon. Only then, very slowly, I began my retreat from the most dangerous and most beautiful place I had ever found in my life.

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Author: Olga Brajnović

Journalist. In my fifties. I've worked for 26 years in a newspaper in Spain. I worked for two years as a stringer and correspondent in the US, and went as a special envoy to other places like the Balkans. Sea lover. Avid reader. Classic Music enthusiast.

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