Tired but very satisfied we march towards Rifugio Auronzo, still hoping, that somebody is waiting there for us. Somebody who has already melted the snow and cooked our noodles. But of course our wishes weren’t heard and we have to overcome our tiredness to cook and not to fall immediately in the warm sleeping bags. While we eat, we let the day pass in front of our eyes. What would have happened, if I felt in the first pitch? And what, if the cliff had moved when Martin fell into it after his feet slipped away? Better not to think too long and sleep. One minute later both of us are already dreaming. 

The next day welcomes us with lots of clouds. Quickly we reach the tour and start to jumar. The day before we had fixed the ropes up to the roof, now we are can pass all the passages quite easily. And I realize now for the first time which great performance we did yesterday - and which devil must have ridden Alexander Huber the day he managed this area alone and in wintertime.

A tiny crack starts left from the belay directly into the roof. Relaxed we see that the density of pitons gets higher. Martin starts, armed with loads of carabiners, pitons and friends, nuts, cliffs and ladders. I try to sit comfortably on the wooden chair we brought and lean in my chest harness. An old rope is fixed from here to the next belay, but we don’t dare to use it. Martin gets higher quickly, some parts he climbs free, some he masters technically. After 20 metres he reaches a belay, which seems to be very uncomfortable but at least more then reliable. Of course we are happy and like secure belays, but nevertheless we consider four bolts simply too much. I reach Martin too, jumaring and pulling on the pitons. Some of them bend themselves like soft iron. Which wonder, that they haven’t broken out already because of the gravity.