It’s complicated because I like nature, spend a lot of time surrounded by it, and I can’t imagine my life in a concrete jungle. At the same time, I can see that the condition of nature is getting worse and worse, and sometimes I feel guilty because I take part in it… I can’t wait for the world to decide to just slow down. I hope one day our goal will be to just enjoy a simple life and take care of our planet.

Slow down, take care, realize what I do for you, and also be aware that when you totally ruin me, it will be too late. For me nature is similar to many women in a relationship crisis, and humans are like many men (including myself). She keeps asking us to take care of her and gives us signs, but we don’t listen. Once she’s totally broken, humans will wake up (as many men in relationships), but it will be too late. The only thing left for us to do will be to scream and realize how cool it all once was (as we men usually do when a girl quits on us, and only then do we realize that she was great).

Definitely my first trip to Peru as it was truly a transformative journey, after which I was super psyched to travel more. Climbing and skiing simply became a good excuse.

They need to be cool and psyched for real, and able to accept all my big flaws and my shitty character.

The drinks and fruit snacks during a long stay at the base camp bring so much comfort.

A farmer or a bartender.

I don’t really know… I somehow got attracted to it, and some older guys brought me along with them. And since my parents didn’t have anything to do with the sport (and thought I was just trekking), they let me go out to climb on my own at a really young age.