I waited for the bad misfortune of Nanga Parbat culminate in his epilogue before writing anything about it. This morning he finally managed to rescue Walter Nones and Simon Kehrer, the two climbing companions of Karl Unterkircher were at the mercy of Wall Rakhiot for nearly ten days.

Apart from the few but inevitable queues extraordinary controversy that each firm brings with it (see the ' attack Fausto De Stefani appeared online in the Courier), the EV-K2-CNR Committee is receiving from the dawn of this morning's message of congratulations the way in which they were conducted rescue operations. The crisis unit was set up right at the Committee building in Bergamo, home that was immediately besieged by journalists and television crews.

The news of the rescue has had significant consequences for me: the peak of sudden and violent access to Internet sites of the Committee obliged me to an emergency on a firewall that has often shown moments of weakness. More than 40 thousand sailors in a single hour, of which most interested in the large video documenting the entire operation.

Now that everything, absolutely everything has ended, is instinctively question the meaning of this story so wonderfully human. The death of a little man, not a hero, but a little man with clear eyes swallowed by the monster who had so inextricably linked to his life, a love fatal to the greatest mystery, or the Mountain and its invisible web of meanings Hidden challenge, elevation, asceticism, life and death.

I was very passionate about this story, and not just because I was involved, albeit indirectly. It impressed me as the day's disaster on Dolent as the fatal conjunction of two events. Some things seem mysteriously weave their own paths to mean other things bigger. Or are our eyes to invent these invisible pathways. For the need to make sense of things. For the need to understand.

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