The Anatoli Boukreev Memorial Fund

Anatoli on guitar (thanks Ned Shenton)

"We split up in the fall... Zoyka, could it be my sorrow moves you   not north but west... Zoyka, I couldn't breath I couldn't talk...   Zoyka, for you I lived and died each day under the sky... Zoyka, you nothing would impress, I could have bought you all of Paris...


"I strode past symphonies, expecting more of those concerts up   ahead... I was accepted by those who didn't understand, they   thought happiness could take the form of man... Loneliness    followed me past city windows, reflecting sadness and grief...


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