Time for a HolidayThe place was pleasant enough.
Skiers moved along an intricate network of tracks: most were happy, some laughed openly.
Recalling Rama's recommendation on taking the next opportunity to stop he decided to pass a few days around that ski-station.
He began skiing, first choosing tracks at random. He made efforts to speak with anyone he met at the ski- lifts. The air itself was suffused with cordiality, the people seemed kind. In an open-air bar he started a conversation with a girl.
- Hello, I'm new to this place. Do you know these slopes?
The girl turned to him with a smile that juddered under the strong reverberation.
- Pretty well. I come here every year.
- So do you know if there are other descents behind those gullies?
- Yes, sure. On that side there are the G
