On July 26, 1956, I met the sunrise at the top of the Mount Razvalka. What a wonderful panorama opened from there! The entire range of the Greater Caucasus snow ridge was plainly visible. And I decided to go there. What did I think of sitting above the precipice? Of many things. The Carpathians and Ira, the best friend of my youth... Of my home and a joy of returning there, of my family who had waited there for me. Only one thing I can say with certainty - I did not think of the mine where I should go back. Camps and all the years in prison? No! The morning was too sunny, the air too clean. Life is here. Prison and death recoiled.