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The Cruz de Hierro appears imposing to us and the stones that have been placed at its feet form a mound. A few steps away from us Damo, Giorgio and Anna meditate, holding their stones in their hands. St and I climb the huge mound until we reach the top. We sit down and take our stone out of our pocket; I have St's, she has mine and we exchange them. St places her stone under the pole and hugs it leaning her forehead on it, I contemplate mine which I have in my cupped hands; I have not written anything on it, I have only made sketches that symbolize what I would like to get rid of. I look at the clear sky and ask Life to really lighten me.
As soon as we resume the Way, with Cruz behind us, I stumble and find myself on the ground, all stunned and dusty. And while St bursts into one of
