It's blessing when one knows where he belongs

As late as after longer wandering throughout the world, one realizes the most what values one has at home. Beautiful forests, pure mountain springs, rocky mountains inwrought with perfect tourist markings are not such a certainty in the third world. I always considered mountains to be my asylum.

A place to which I always like to return. Much later I realized that what that attracted me to them was actually the people who live in them. They affect your perception of the mountain world that you enter. If respect is deep-rooted in traditions, then you also perceive the mountains through them...

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