Continuing my ride through the rain, the fight was now even with a warmed up body, thick gloves, completly covered face from the balaclava. After pouring some more liters at me the clouds slowly broke a part as I crossed the border into Switzerland.

The ride surely is rough, but it is always a surprise what lies waiting beyond the horizon. It could be more trouble but also encounters of unimagined value. The fireman (Sapeurs-Pompiers) of the regiment Meurte & Moselle in Nancy proved this all too well.

This is what keeps me going.