Yesterday, ten years ago, Kristiina and I walked through the night to visit the Erta Ale volcano crater, deep in the Danakil desert. It was a hard walk. I would say, in occasions, a climb. I was tired because the way to the volcano was tough, throughout the night, without sleep, and barely seeing where our feet were stepping.
But we arrived to the crater and walked on top of hardened lava till we reached the firing living crater. It was a view we could enjoy for an infinite moment. It felt like the time had stopped and we enjoyed every second watching the lava. There was an indescriptible attraction to that view, to that world. I can’t even recall any other moment in my life of such a wonderful peace of mind.
I shared that moment with Kristiina. She was part of it.
Always in our minds.
