What are we doing here?
Up at 7,800 feet? At the pinnacle of the world? Atop a strange and motionless summit that is brighter than a sunlit cloud? A shadowless wilderness of blinding light? We squint into its vast whiteness. Into a luminance that erases distance, that flattens space, that deceives the eyes.
We are in trouble. We are freezing.
Four days behind us sprawls Anatolia—the colossal thumb of Asia ...