A Forgotten Past: My Story of Time Spent in the Mountains
“The weather keeps changing every five minutes. It is like a wind tunnel,” anyone arriving at Sela would say. It is snowed in most of the year, with temperatures frequently falling below zero and oxygen in the air running short. From mountain tops well above the clouds, the heavenly view of the ranges below and beyond was simply breathtaking. One hundred and one lakes that exist in this high altitude were frozen most of the time, but the river that flowed through the Sela valley offered a soothing sound that contrasted the constant hissing whistle of the wind. It was by this river that I chose to establish the camp for my men, and later, it was on those mountain tops I would sit alone to contemplate my future.