My journey is not about ignoring fears. I want to understand where my fear comes from and then look into its eyes. For example, I'm afraid of every foreign culture. I don't know why, I guess the terrorism and foreigners are evil narratives are so deeply ingrained in my mind, that it has taken over the default narrative.
My time on the Kazbegi was similar. A hard-earned experience between well-being and self-abandonment. And while I was sitting up there on the mountain, I was painfully aware of how I waste my life away in the cities of this world. How little I profit from society and other people.
The border crossing to Georgia is one kilometre south in the notch of a mighty canyon. The three thousand meter high peaks rise in self-confidence on all sides and command awe. Instead of the military, the border is guarded by a monastery.