- I believe too. - He continued leaning against the backrest, to soon return to the previous position.
- Here, I'm much better. - He explained. - Even more so that I'm fine.
He began to show the environment in addition to the location.
- You know, on your left, at the top, where cracks were heard before, you can now only notice a slightly rough breathing, which does not inspire care. - He said. - But here, further down, there is a very loud snoring, and in the second intercostal space, there are also noises.
- What a great mage priest you have become. - Friedrich Hans Ingo said.
" That's right. God knows it's sad study magic.
- You know, I wish I'd already forgotten about it when I was on duty. Emil replied.
- Even though I still do a lot of studying. - He said, shrugging, with a gesture at the same time resigned and vehement that didn't suit him.
At that time, he took a photo of the inside pocket of his overcoat, an object that he showed his cousin, halfway through, to put it back later; it was a flat, bulging bottle of sapphire glass with a metal clasp.
- Some of us, even most of those who live in this region, still use this. - He said. – Although everyone named it with a special name, a very funny nickname, even.
- Do you observe when looking at the landscape?
- Do you know what she's like? – He questioned him.
That's what Friedrich Hans Ingo did. He gave his opinion:
- Pitch dark. - He said.
A place whose environment is dark and looks pitch-black.
- Do you think that. Emily asked.
They had followed in the direction of the axis of the valley, along a path lined with houses, here and there, and parallel to the bed of the railway track.
They followed later, when they were turning left, they had crossed the narrow-gauge rails and crossed a watercourse, even though they now knew that when going up using the tram rails that followed the city rails, when entering by a shortcut slightly steep, towards a wooded slope.
Arriving there, on a somewhat prominent plateau, of a vast and steep height, stood out a series of long and long buildings, which were located along, which was topped by a domed tower, with the facade directed towards southeast.
Appearing in the view, among the fog, countless balconies gave it a bumpy, gothic and medieval historical period, in which it was more than porous as a sponge, when the first lights were just turned on, while twilight advanced quickly. , in which a soft afterglow had already faded, which for some time had enlivened the overcast sky.
When there reigned in that nature that transitional state, grey and dimly lit from a melancholy environment, devoid of life, which immediately precedes the definitive dusk, on entering, that valley which was populated by a variety of people, even pale people, vampires and werewolves which were paper pale, where it was due to the extensive pitch.
Since the pitch was spreading among the fog that exists in that region, that pale village resembling albinos, extensive and slightly sinuous, lit up everywhere, both at the bottom and on the edges, in which especially on the right, which formed a ledge., with the hillside terraces dotted with buildings.
When the tram was going to the left, some paths went up through the meadows, to say lost among the dense pitches, that there is a blackness of the pine forests, as for the more distant backstage of the mountains, close to the exit of the valley, which there is narrowed, they displayed themselves in a cold slate blue, where the wind that had just picked up, the freshness of the night began to make itself felt.
- Even if not. - He said. – All this to be honest, I don't think the landscape is that great, it looks like an environment full of fog. – When Friedrich Hans Ingo said.
- So where are the glaciers, white peaks, and gigantic mountain ranges? – He questioned.
- This place does not seem to me that these mountains are exceedingly high. – He said, trying to look above the pitch…
- You won't see them now, on the contrary, they are quite tall. Emil retorted. — You notice the limit of the presence of trees almost everywhere.
- Every part of them, delineated with absolute sharpness, when they finish the pines, and with that all the vegetation ends, as you can see, it is pure rock. - He said.
- When you go over there, to the right of that peak, which is Pitch Zauberberg, pops up to a glacier. See the blue area? It's not excessively big, but it's a true glacier, the Scaleta.
That pitch-covered mountain, the Nebelberg call, and the Tinzenhorn, in that opening (you can't see them from here), are also covered with snow all year round.
- The mountains of eternal snow. – Friedrich Hans Ingo said.
- That's right is the call, eternal snow if you say so, as you like.
Realizing that around them, it was between snow, fog, and pitch, in which it cannot be denied that all this is quite loud.
So also, don't forget that we ourselves find it at an astonishing height.
Being 1,600 meters above sea level, so the elevations don't stand out so much.
The air is thin, the clouds around them are thick, the sun is obstructed by shadows and clouds.
"My god, that's high, it's a good climb up here," he said.
- I was very scared, I won't even tell you. - He said.
- It's one thousand six hundred meters, they saw
There are many meters to the ground, an immense precipice, it is more or less five thousand feet if I calculate correctly. - He said.
- In my life, I have never been at such a dizzying and frightening height, it was so high, the fear was poignant. - He was full of curiosity, fear his apprehension was utterly amazing.
When Friedrich Hans Ingo took a deep breath of that strange air, as if to taste it, besides a refreshing mist and nothing else, it smelled like mint and chocolate, it was the taste of freshness and moisture.
It brought happiness and freedom to the soul.
- Fascinating. - Friedrich Hans Ingo said admiringly when remembering his upbringing for having an amazing fear.
- The fame of the air was the mixture of a Belgian chocolate with the smell of mint that came from the tall pines, among the shadows, the aromas of the countless cocoa trees that are born in that region.
There were numerous handmade chocolate and candy factories, due to the geysers that were scattered around that location.
The biggest manufactures of the stores and houses, which have their own manufacture and craftsmanship of their chocolates, the air was a mixture of the pine trees that came from such a high height, below them, which kept the heat that came out of those hot springs and spas. , it was a dormant volcano, which never woke up, releasing hot springs.