F


We swallow the moon but we don't know our own hand...

N


Val Visdende valley. October 28, 2018, a damn night. A storm named Vaia. Pouring rain, up to 650mm in a few hours, wind gusts above 200km/h. Since then I've never returned there and those woods probably do not exist anymore.

C


I will be running, again and again, where the tracks have no name ;)

B

Mt. Volaia, running memories. Down there the säbelspitz, manna for running.

Be


Shortness of breath on Mt. Tamai ;). Running memories.

Li

Winter running memories.