11 Jun Rooster crowing

“Just don’t let it get too touristy,” my wife tells me. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice something strange. A large white collar. The collar is worn by a broadly smiling man who’s communicating with other men in the train’s boarding area with exaggerated gestures. Now they’re entering the carriage. The man with the collar turns out to be even more elaborate. He’s wearing a red, white, and yellow rooster suit with a hood adorned with a rooster’s comb.

One of the men has stuffed the empty beer bottles into a jacket pocket. Another carries a large cooler bag from which new alcoholic beverages are constantly appearing. It’s 11 o’clock in the morging, and the bearded rooster is joking with his friends and then bursts into loud, unnatural laughter. He’s handed a new can of beer.

Large Eggs
By now, the group is sitting behind us. The Thai people sitting across from us are taking pictures of the rooster and his companions. Perhaps they think they’ve stumbled upon an Old French folk custom in which one of the men disguises himself as a rooster to later perform a magical dance in a ritual to induce the hens to lay large eggs. However, we don’t have to wait that long at all.

A blaster fills the compartment with all-male singing. The now-drunk roosters begin to join in. It’s so off-key that even our dog raises his head. But that doesn’t bother him. The men get the hang of it, and their unison singing grows louder and louder.

A horn announces the tunnel. For a few minutes, we listen to the quintessential French hymns against the darkness of the tunnel. Then we arrive at our destination, Chamonix-Mont Blanc.

Mont Blanc
Two hours later, we’re walking high up on a narrow mountain path in the shade of giant pine trees. The majestic mountain range of which Mont Blanc is a part appears through the trees. The peak of the mountain reflects the sun with snow-white light, which, due to our shortsightedness, causes ever-higher temperatures to climb towards the summit.

It’s quiet around us. The French roosters have stayed in the valley. The few groups of tourists we encounter are nature lovers. “From up here,” I say to my wife, “it still hasn’t become too touristy at this time of year. It’s a miracle that we can see the mountain range and Mont Blanc like this.”

I feel small. These mountain giants, first covered with pines and then morphing into rugged rock formations, finally capped with a white cap, are the peaks of our landscape. Ice masses once pushed the rocks up to these impassable heights. Rivers flow down from the ice, keeping the land fertile so that humans can settle there. Humans who should be vigilant in maintaining this natural balance and not turn against it. Humans who become silent as they walk the flanks of these giants, instead of crowing and thinking themselves untouchable.

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Trainer Stress-free Working with Time Surfing
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