A let­ter to my daughter

My dear­est Mathil­da,

I am writ­ing you these lines in pure hap­pi­ness. Hap­pi­ness, because you will soon see the light of this world. Hap­pi­ness, because I can hard­ly wait to share my love of the moun­tains with you.

The moun­tains and their nature are my elixir of life. Their ele­men­tal force strength­ens me when I vis­it them. They are my mighty com­pan­ions in life. I call them the ancient sages of this world. Thou­sands of years old. They have seen so much, expe­ri­enced so much.


But their exis­tence is vis­i­bly in dan­ger. The inex­orable growth of our civil­i­sa­tion threat­ens them. As long as I am on this earth, it is my mis­sion to con­tribute to the pro­tec­tion of my « jagged friends », so that in due time I can intro­duce them to you, my angel.

I love you my child. For­ev­er. Your dad.