Peterle, my old, brave friend.
I remember the times when we first met, up there in the Rockies, many years ago. It was a cold, clear night, the moon and the stars, the darkness. And among all that there was you. A big, warm and enlighted heart.
Since that time we had so many things to tell each other, you became an important part of my life. It was always your far away voice and your experiences which helped me fixing my way and gave me different points of view, even during the hard times. But now you are on your way. I will return to the mountains some day, and I know you are out there, somewhere, and we both will see the same moon again. Farewell, my friend, farewell. I will always miss you. Thank you so much for that part of the way.
Peterlein from Axams.
