Mountain hostels and shelters with a golden light in the windows. The best hope in the evening after long hard trip.
Hot tea with a lemon – which probably can never taste better, gives a new power always.
Bustle and noise in the hostel full of excited travellers – rain outside.
Spruces proudly growing into the sky, straight and high.
Breath of the Tatra forest with green plants and smelling pines.
And the only one sound of entrance door opening, in the evening.
Thanks Be to God they have returned, our friends that were climbing that day.
More mystery than story.
Memories about all people that loved the same Tatra before my time – the same rain, rocks, gullies, dangerous storms.
When I was sitting Roztoka hostel (built in 1876) – perfect shelter for climbers. Sitting, drinking tea and looking through the window.
Outside the window was my life – first time I was here with my mother when I was 13 maybe. Later I was here many times with my friends, my husband, my daughter and sometimes I am here alone with myself only.
Not far from here is a Roztoka Valley, one of the most beautiful in the Tatras.
Is it the best place to think about order in my life?
Easier to think, easier to agree with ourselves.
Confession? - yes.
One September I found a butterfly in the valley. His wings were broken. I put him on the leaf. I didn’t know if his life was ended?
He was born merely that morning. Butterflies live so short.
If I could only turn back the clock.
