Kristina Kryundal

You will forget to breathe. You will forget who and where you are. You will forget the time. Instead... You will feel the dust of the roads and the powder of the crispy snow. You will suddenly find yourself, trying to hold on to the invisible shoulder of the mountain as you slide down it's incredibly steep slope, through the eyes of those men. You will breath in Pakistan and exhale filled with the new experience. Three words: zabardast, zabardast, zabardast.