“Almost all of our human activities leave a chemical trace in the water,” says Alm.
On his way to the Alm he met the fattest man in Marienbad, a former chef of the German emperor, and gave him a friendly salute.
If the hut had stood on the Alm top, the wind would have blown it down the valley without much ado when the storm season came.
The pair had been climbing for about an hour when they reached a hamlet half-way up the great mountain named the Alm.
Situated half-way up the Alm, the cottage was luckily protected from the mighty winds.
All at once we heard that he had gone to live up on the Alm mountain and that he did not intend to come down again.
