Have you ever tried to keep silent for hours on end? It’s not easy, I can tell you. But that’s what I did. I kept quiet for ten more whole hours and concentrated solely on getting to the top of the wall in one piece. Sestra tried to break the silence a few times but I wasn’t having any of it. That was her punishment for not being completely honest with me. Looking back on it, I was punishing myself.
Finally, I could see the summit of the wall. Sestra hauled herself effortlessly onto the top of the wall and stood up, waiting for me to ascend the final few metres. She held out a hand and I begrudgingly took it. I was almost out of strength and felt that, although I could probably have a few more vertical metres, clambering onto the flat horizontal surface would have drained my last drops of
