In the last months, my thoughts travel often back in time and I remember moments, when I have been far far away, day and night in a wild, poorly settled country. Together with a good friend and nothing else.
Moments like the amazing view from a mountain in the Kazakh Tian-Shan during full moon are burnt in my memory.
All the days in the endless Kazakh steppe, always surprising by the different colours and landscapes.
The feeling, when you see a thunderstorm approaching, rumbling loudly and then you smell rain in the air.
Staying in the Altai mountains, surrounded just by unvisible Brown Bears, snow and a distant White’s Thrush singing in the night
How beautiful it was!