You walk. More than two hours with the backpack to the brim, no trees, no shade. Once you get to the platform and raise your head, you realize that what you drop on it. In no case is a friendly ground. Everywhere you look it seems the sky. Galayos are field adventure.
You turn around and after a green metal door, step inside Victory Refuge. You let the pack on the floor, trying to plan ahead and everything makes you ordinary. There’s no room for your stuff, but there’s a place for everyting,
The shelter becomes a space of humanity. Logic and logistical difficulty make each element occupies a particular place. Every gesture implies, like a domino, another tab to be moved. This is the moment where your living space vanishes and find accommodation in knowledge sharing.
Photogallery of Victory Refuge