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last occurred before the predicted. Effectively, while we observed the Sinkiang amazed, the
kâulika monks explored the hundred squared metres of the summit and in few minutes they
brough us shocking news: at the feet of the Southern slope was a campsite! We ran there and
verified it with the binoculars. There were no doubts: it was the German campsite!

The small glen, which seemed more a coomb, measured some 500 metres long and 50
metres wide, and in Winter it had the function to transport the snow of a gigantesque glacier,
as titanic stone channel. Was oriented from East to West, and on each extreme, huge ravine
permitted to enter or leave: from inside, it could be observed that the Western ravine was
flanked by the sculptures of two enormous armed bodhisattvas. For some reason, the
expedition not dared to cross that portal of stone so eloquently ornated, and they decided to
camp in the opposed extreme of the glen, next to the ravine of the entrance. It was seen that
they had already some days in such place, and that perhaps they thought to stay more time,
because they had unpaged all the equipment and distributed rationally, after a rigorous
encamping: we even diposed of two sentinels, one in the East and the other in the West of the
field.

For the moment, largely rubbed, to encounter ourselves with the expedition of
Schaeffer, von Grossen elaborated a plan of approximation for which was only missing to add
tactical details according to the circumstances. Given the present case, it was just necessary to
confirm the positions and functions of each one of us to make that the squadron be disposed to
execute the plan.

According to that, we descended in silence to the entrance of the glen, site in which the
path of the summit disembogued. Once there, von Grossen, Oskar Feil, the Gurkha and Me,

with the dogs daivas, remained hidden for some minutes, while the three officers and the
eight monks lopas, were displayed around the campsite. They had to stay sheltered and cover
our next advance, in prevision of a misunderstanding or that something could go wrong.

Without suspecting anything, the sentinel was somking, distracted by his own thoughts,
remembering perhaps the far homeland. The three Germans emerged suddenly before him and
he believed to be dreaming. But it was too late to react, especially at seeing the black mouths of
the Schmeisser: the Luger, the dagger, and the automatic rifle MP40 passed to the hands of von
Grossen.

–We are officers of the Third Reich –explained von Grossen– but we cannot run risks.
Heil Hitler! Como closer to the campsite, very slowly, and warn us about our arrival!

–Heil Hitler! –replied the troubled sentinel.

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