I turn around and see the last belay. And again it reminds me of Alexander: first ascend, alone, cold and in the winter. I cannot more then shaking my head…

At the belay I realise what we are doing… I turn my head left and there it is… the line I should lead! The first meters are like a torture, the movements are clumsy, I’m very afraid. And the big anxiety blocks me totally. Of course I know that even falling nothing happens to me, not even a little wound, so much air is there under me! But nevertheless – angst is angst! After a few meters I manage to calm myself a little bit. The steepness is still bothering me, but I try to concentrate and to believe in the old and groggy pitons.

Here a piton, there a mini-nut, and with the speed of a snail I move higher. I have to use a very strange formation of pitons  – a U-piton put into a whole, and there in the middle a small piton - and I just hope that the whole roof is going to break out… I cannot stand the tension anymore… but nothing happens!