Moraine

I’m standing with Helena at the top of a high stone wall, created long ago by the enormous forces of the glacier and we watch Szymon descending step by step on a steep moraine slope, securing himself with a chain permanently attached there. It’s a very unpleasant place, full of loose rocks and gravel, everything is falling apart. Small and large stones fly from the top and slide down under the feet. It takes a while for all three of us to get through that part, so we can continue our walk through rocky hills and valleys. I don’t like glaciers.