A school friend was a mountain climber. He was good at it; he never did anything else in holidays. The school friend was tall and so strong that he could pull himself up by one finger. On the first day after the autumn holidays, he told me that another climber in his group had fallen to his death before his eyes. If I remember correctly, he still lived a little after the fall, but there was no saving him. On the next holiday, my friend went climbing again. 'Why on earth do you want to wé...
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