The World that's ignoring you

Tac, tac, tac...the rhythmic sound of the poles on the trail.
Your destination is watching you 2000m over your head; no, you are looking 2000m over your head, full of     thoughts, fighting with your scares.
The first day of the ascent goes along a wonderful valley, full of epic names: Petites Jorasses, Punta Isabella, Aiguille de Triolet...
We are here to realize a pretty easy ascent. These will be the last chances to climb a glacier in south of Europe: the smooth, empty, walls of the valley indicate quite clearly where the glacier was used to stay.
Finally the bivoauc appears against the sky. Into the small, wooden room other three people. One of them lifts the face, just to count with how many people he will have to share the night.
I say:- ciao. two of the three reply.
There is almost no free space in the bivoauc, but it sounds decisively empty.
4:00 am, it is time to go. In the dark sky some star is still falling.
The glacier conditions are wonderful, the ascent lasts more than 3 hours. The final part of the route has been complex because of the snow texture, thus we decide to rappel from another face. It is not easy to find the proper rock, put your dear lanyard, look the sky and than start the descent.
Rappel, than rappel again; you always put a lot of attention in searching a reliable stone for the operation and you always forget to find a comfort solution where waiting the minutes needed by your partner to go down.
And in the silent, sudden, the sound of a violent collision. Over your head (bad, bad instinct to watch up) a big stone is rolling toward you. Your hands over the back of your neck, your face on the rock in front of you. For one second you heart literally stop. Another big crash, than smaller rocks bouncing around you.
This time, too was not the right one.
Above you two other Alpinists are moving. You shout bad words, to let them know that you exist, and that you would like to continue to exist.
After some minutes they pass close to you - Entschuldigung (sorry). - It happens, but please cry out something! A rock so unexpected, it has been scary!
They saw us for sure, but they did say nothing to warn us; they simply ignored us.
I don't think people who practice mountaineering are better or worse than other, I simply thought that sharing a passion could be a way to let empathy easier.
Sometimes it's not.