The weather plays us like an instrument. The snow wakes us up and we wearily, miserably slacken. The sun shines and we expect a miracle, tighten up climbing time like a tuned guitar. Keep going, just keep going! says today's sun. The yellow disc shines beautifully and brightly in the sky. And it's predictable that, caressed by its rays, snowfalls are also tickled in the upper regions. Smooth, white crumbs begin to move, and then noisily tumble down the mountainside. Zoli, Konyi, Miki, andras, na d Amkamin from ABC watch the play of colours. We more watch from down here, from base camp. That's why it's not authentic when I say, that around two o' clock, Miklos twirled his huge moustache, winked at Konyi and said "So, old one, tomorrow we cut up for the meat-grinder?" And Konyi nodded. Yes, although circumstances could decide, it is the right decision nonetheless. So began one of the last episodes of the hill attackers. With whatever -physically, spiritually, equipment - we are in an excellent position, still in the drama the elements will have the last word: murderous avalanches, snowstorms, clouds, and the mysterious gentleman Paskal Hekto. In any case, this way or that, the team gets back home on November 13th. (Dávid)