I always teach my son that reality is relative to our view of it. I wrote down short video notes for him all the way, and when a layer of information accumulated in my correspondence with him, I noticed that for him I looked at the world differently. With these thoughts, I went out in the dark to find the morning air cold, dry and clear. Along with the air, everything that surrounded me changed: the mountains became whiter and higher, the rivers rustled differently, birds began to go out on the road, yaks became the cornerstone of these roads, which delivers provisions, feeds and cloths people, warms homes and is a symbol of endurance. I began to live the lives of porters passing by, and I felt sorry for each of them, realizing that each of them is going through, suffering and living difficulties that are beyond my suffering yesterday. The crowds of tourists have turned into pilgrims who go to the top of the world in search of themselves.

After several hours of driving with my head down to my feet, I stopped and looked back, followed by several hundred people lined up in colorful streams, mostly flowing upwards; most, like me, were just fighting with themselves for strength for a few steps, but behind them there was a mountain panorama filled with a play of light and clouds, hail in one corner, the sun was shining in the other, and the shadows from the clouds quickly ran across the forest a once completely deserted plateau. Only a few, like me, stood and looked back; I tried to calm my hoarse breath and embrace everything that I was going through at the moment. A girl who had left the band passed by and whom I decided to stop; she looked up at me questioningly, and I simply pointed her stick in the opposite direction. I can't say for sure because of the sunglasses on her face, but the frozen facial expressions with a sudden shiver on her face made me assume that what she saw made her cry. We just stood, breathed and watched; most of them walked by without taking their eyes off from under our feet, not noticing us or what we were looking at. Nothing hurt anymore; Everest was much closer than it was at the beginning; I didn't want to go any further and end this journey; I just wanted to stay and watch the picture change over time. I felt like a very happy person, and everything that had happened before just vanished into this thin air; base camp was no longer a goal, and I thought again about spending a whole season here.

As a result, we reached our goal and even came back; there were still disappointments along the way, but I was already able to look at them in a very different way. For the rest of the time, I thought about how much everything was tied to our perception of the world around us, and how maybe the world could change for the better primarily in our minds. How I am changing at the same time, and how important it is to maintain this feeling for the rest of my journey around the world.

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