I have never been that type of person who got crazily enthusiastic about anything and I still think I am not. I grew up in the countryside sorrounded by mountains and I was in contact with them on daily basis, that is maybe why I took them for granted. Now, I live in the city because of my studies, and I, for some strange reason, feel not protected by them. I do not feel the same next to the skyscraper as next to the very high old tree. There is certain burden on my chest and that is not only the asthma which I gained during my studies in Ostrava, it is more like homesickness. Once I have heard people talking about Lysá hora as it was something almost unattainable and they were very happy they had chance to visit it and I was like: “Yes, it is almost behind my house guys, I do not feel like it is something special.” But now? Oh my… what would I give for that everyday view on mountains from my room. They have the special place in my heart, where they are able to strengthen me whenever I need.