There is something about walking down these glass stairs: after all questions have been asked and everything has been said and done, I can only wait. On every floor the true colours of these tiles welcome me, until I hit rock bottom on the ground. It is a pity that these tiles have all been cut into straight pieces: the corners tend to break off, which reveals the concrete floor beneath. True colours go only a centimeter deep unless they belong to the mountain itself.
Mount Blanc is covered with snow these days and the tunnel even had to be closed for a while. It doesn't make sense to close a tunnel because of risk of avalanches, since it is the only safe place to be. It would'nt have mattered if my car had broken down, no vehicles would have moved anyway. I could just have had it towned unto one of those trucks that carry cars.
The only way to save yourself from an avalanche is to start one and manage to stay out of it.
A simple clean question can start an avalanche of information coming down the mountain of knowledge, showing it's true colours of rock bottom.
Mount Blanc is covered with snow these days and the tunnel even had to be closed for a while. It doesn't make sense to close a tunnel because of risk of avalanches, since it is the only safe place to be. It would'nt have mattered if my car had broken down, no vehicles would have moved anyway. I could just have had it towned unto one of those trucks that carry cars.
The only way to save yourself from an avalanche is to start one and manage to stay out of it.
A simple clean question can start an avalanche of information coming down the mountain of knowledge, showing it's true colours of rock bottom.
