“There comes a time when there are no thoughts, you go towards the goal. You are alone with yourself, the snow and the rope. You only hear your steps. Enjoy. Live". Erik Bardo

The beauty of the high mountains is reserved for the hearts of few people. It is not the same beauty that I saw from below, from the window of my house where I grew up. The people of the peaks in their dialogues with me or in the interviews in the media do not talk about this physical beauty: the white mountains, magical patterns of the snow, or the flowers that do not grow anywhere else - they speak of the beauty that passed through them, which they could experience after making the inhuman ascent. And the views they were able to see from above made them a company, an award for their efforts, an essential part of their experiences.

The peaks. Only a few people in particular can climb that high. Only mountaineers have the privilege of admiring the world from above and observing the nature of those heights. They invest a lot of themselves to do so, and the mountains give the change in their currencies - they give to the brave ones tranquility, harmony and a sense of fulfilment. After which they experience a whole revaluation.

This work is a tribute to the sensation that Mountaneers have shared and experienced, along with their fears, excitements, observations and revelations of life. The sacred moment that they have lived after achieving it for a long time. The common of these stories are the high mountains, peaks, the outer and inner beauty. The drive that got them there with many internal fights and reflections with their ego and the tranquility that they obtained, even if it was for only a few brief moments.