Ascending in the highest the peak of Varnous mountain (Oryza, 2334m) we found ourselves amid a fierce cold wind that was transforming the verticality of the vegetation to horizontal. The fog was covering everything, we could barely see further than 20 meters away. We used the First World War trenches that were going to the peak to protect ourselves, and we finally arrived in the top that also indicated the border of two countries. We were there, at the center of conditions: weather, history, memory they were all there. We had found them.