The last glimpses of the summer come with the end of the season.And I try to stop them as hard as I can, in all my humbleness, and catch the last rays of the sun like the pearls on my skin. Let that warmth lasts as long as possible and let it embellishes the cloudy part of the year which I enjoy the least.

I still go to my beach. Me, and a few nostalgic people, we refuse to acknowledge that the sea is surely colder, that you cannot hear the crickets anymore and that every day spent in that oasis of peace can be the last one this year. Now I enjoy those given moments especially, I appreciate that bora did not spite us yet and sent us to our homes like snails. Don't be surprised with my enthusiasm to summers in Split; somewhere around spring, I fall in love with my city every year, all over again. And it lasts until I loosen and realize that I can't go out on the street with my legs naked.

Still, the changes are a part of the life-cycle and if they wouldn't exist, we could not value those which are for the better. So, for a few months, when the nature starts to awake, I will be joyous just like a little child, I will sop the scents and the colours like I experience all of that for the first time. Something resembling happened to me this athletic season, after Berlin. I didn't even dare to wright about it until the emotions calmed. It would be in vain to put on the paper something that couldn't be described with words. Imagine the moment without any wishes, the state of nirvana like when you stand on the top of the mountain and it is only enough to be awake and aware... No needs, no worries, no fears – complete freedom. I will never forget that night after the victory in the World Champioships. I neglected my sleep, because who would want to miss those moments which were already much less intensive the following day. I remembered Osaka: I also stayed awake the whole night then, with my team.

We retold the events, answered the messages, celebrated with reporters with red wine and Japanese snacks. But this time, I celebrated alone. I was enough to myself, in the companionship of the only one who could completely understand how big this new victory was. We talked about the winter and Torino, about the moments in which the smallest amount of optimism was received like the intruder in the house of fear. About the first jolts that seemed like the crying of the little newborn child, and about the attempts to make myself stronger and more resistent, with all others personality traits that were necessary to build my own impervious vest that would lead me through the summer season. Because I knew that it would be harder than any season until now. There was no choice – I had to evolve. These are the words of my dear friend who has helped me through that whole process, and I agree with him in every way. Without the challenges we stay at one place and from that perspective we could never find out where our true limits are. Or if they exist at all. I coped with all my weaknesses, without blinking, I admitted to myself every fear that inhibited me to move forward...

I amassed all the dirt on the pile and blew it off in the wind.

It will not return. At least not in the same shape. There will always be new obstacles, like the new peaks that I have seen from that mountain of mine. Peaks that I want to conquer. That every attempt makes me alive and it is invaluable as such. I don't want to stand on one place ever again. And now I know how to find the right way.

Once again, thank you all for the great joy that you give me with your unconditional support. It is so good to share all of this with you.