We were preparing quietly. We: Iris, Melody and Charlotte, a small half of the happy group I was organizing that night. "Who wants crampons, who wants an ARVA, who doesn't have a harness...? "It's like being in the middle of a souk, minus the crowd!
Everyone was soon about equipped to cross the barrier, the one that opens the doors of the world from above. But a good part of the troupe was still not present.
Suddenly, Sylvie called: "they just told us that the last dumpster leaves in 5 minutes" "WHAT?!, what the hell?! I had checked it out, I was sure it was at 4:45! Go ahead! Go ahead! (and in my head: who's already there, who's not there?), we'll join you! ». Obviously, the first reflex is to rely on the fault of others. CMB, of course, which we regularly target as the cause of all our ills. But the lament here was to stop at the edge of a reality borrowed from modernism: yes, we will have to accelerate, become effective, efficient, efficient, effective, productive...
No time to ruminate any further, I was congratulating myself a moment earlier on the advance we had, on which we could enjoy, and on this organization that seemed oiled.
The fight is jerked off like a salesman on the sly, the display is tidied up in a fraction of a second, and we are soon sprinting towards the dumpster. I definitely love Chamonix! A little later, we will talk about Africa, Chad and a very different relationship to time. It was decided, once at the top of the Aiguille, we made our maxim that forms the backbone of these societies: "you don't know when you leave or when you arrive". We're going to drag it out, slow it down, and above all, take the measure of the present moment!
