It was the most incredible night of my life!

It was during the dog days of summer; I was surrounded by my

trekking-team members and we were equipped to the teeth. We had been spending the last few hours of
the day, from the sunset till 9 o clock, wining and dining with the extraordinary courses of the Amalfitan
kitchen. There and then, we were sitting on the cliff and we would soon start our descent on the cliffside.
We had never had anything more exciting. The beautiful thing of extreme sports is that people always push
themselves beyond their limits. Sometimes they do it carelessly, like if they could live only one moment and
that one would have been worth everything they had lived till that time. I had started trekking for that very
reason, I call it the trekking-life style, living on the brink of the abyss, since I deem my life to be valuable
only when it is lived deeply. That night I finally experienced my humanity fully. I was a bundle of nerves, yet
there was a positive scent of adrenaline flowing in my veins. Down the slope I could feel everything: effort,
beauty, dizziness, courage and an immeasurable sense of liberty. We stopped at times and it was then that
I could turn my face back to the sea. It was an immense calm dark-blue stretch enlightened only by the
moon in the gloomy air of the sky. There were houses in the distance, small balls of light indented along the
cliff and I could feel entirely immersed into an astonishing Nativity which I would never depart from.