Bergsteigen as Eskapismus? Auf dem mythisch Ararat komme ich ins Grübeln

Keuchend on the Gipfel des Ararat, wed Noah seine Arche parked hasen soll, Denke ich an einen alten Dialog: Is Bergsteigen Eskapismus? When the high airspeed accumulates, we see the first impression – on Leben, Krisen and that, was very difficult.

Vorgestern bin ich auf the Gipfel of the mythenumwobenen Ararat gestiegen. Coughing. A fun rest of the Biblical celebrations will last as long as 600-year-old Noah completes his Arche dort parkt haben soll. The Strapazen der Höhenluft are – otherwise – nothing more than a young, fresh dish that has been prepared. Entsprach but die Bergspitze nach der Sintflut dem Meeresspiegel.

Noah could not get to the mountain scaffolding. The Quranic tradition will be one of the blessings that the catastrophe of climbing the mountains brings. There is talk of it.

“Erschwitzter Eskapismus” and other Gipfelgedanken

This slant is one of many years that another Kauz can cause. I can no longer use the “Spin-off” of the classical pressure tank of the family. Dem Kauz – a bewegungsfauler, an all-tagszynische journalist – is no longer about the alternative gestalt.

There is a quick overview of “Alpinists and other Kraxlers”:
“For me since Bergtouren is not another as a remarkable form of reality flight.”
“Who are you?”
“Erschwitzter Eskapismus alternder Lebensgesättigter”, is quite sich sichtlich en seinem Gedanken. “Was nuzt mir ein Gipfel, when his own life was here unten abspielt?”

My arguments do not apply to the question. Stattdessen is a pleasant blessing Cigarette. There is a starb zu früh. Lebensgesättigt does not work.

At Ararat I have to think of the Dialog. If you are in the camps of the 5000m+ mountain, you will notice that the Midlife-Crisis-Movement-marks are so high. Many of the last lives are on the fleischgewordenen a few lifestils nach oben.

Because Gipfel is one of the most influential countries, the criticisms and tensions of most states and the area are for a moment forgotten lies. I am Iran, in Armenia and in the Kurdish Territory of Turkey.
You may also get an idea of ​​a real escape from reality: “Who sits on a bored kitchen”.

I see it differently. Do not remove the distance before the Gewissheit, the Menschen are and your Umwelt Gewalt antun. I am best Fall weitet Abstand den Blick. And: as an “alternder Lebensgesättigter” I am grateful for your Jewish Schritt. Egal in Welche Richtung.

Life is chocolate pain

Good morning. The 13 hours of rise and fall of tomorrow have ended up in the back tracks. When I with another dish of Muskelkater in the Dusche Schleppe, the mobile phone calls with a “Ping”. The text editor is a friend, the von der reis is wusste. An image has emerged. This is a graffiti edition: Life is pain.

There is a point that thinks it is good, and quickly the Zusatz in the picture: “Life is Pain au chocolat”. A wonderful calendar spuch. I can’t do anything. Who Noahs Sohn. After all, you are satisfied with your life, the man who is responsible for your taxes.