I just have a dream mountain under the eyelids, this is my breath, my life.

Mountaineering is a complex and unique way of life, interweaving elements of sport, art and mysticism. Success or failure depends on the ebb and flow of immense inspiration. Detecting a single rule governing this energy is difficult - it arises and vanishes like the urge to dance and remains as mysterious as the phenomenon of life itself.

The man coming back from the hard mountain trip is a wiser being, calmer and radiating inside. I'd say momentary liberated.

Difficult struggle in mountaineering is our rise above himself, is the voice of freedom.

For me, the ascent to the peak of the normal ways that torment and anguish. Inspired by the idea of ​​transition was always something that at the moment transcends imagination, seemingly absolutely insurmountable, so absurd in terms of the Himalayan conditions that up beautiful.

I don't like egocentricity, which is something that I have arduously battled in myself my entire life.

I like to describe Himalayan climbing as a kind of art of suffering. Just pushing, pushing yourself to your limits.