I’m on the way to Washington from New York by train. You may be wondering what I’m doing over here? Edurne in the big cities? Well, I’m over in the big cities seeking opportunities which will enable me to go where I most like to be, where I feel most at ease, where I feel that my life belongs: the mountains. But that’s not why I am writing. I’m writing because life, on the other side of the world and far from the people that I love and who love me, has just dealt me a cruel blow.