Talk:Zygmunt Andrzej Heinrich

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Andrzej Heinrich "Zyga" and polish himalaists by Elsa Avila

The very first time I was at the foot of a “real” big mountain was in the south face of Nanga Parbat, it was 1985 and I was 21 years old, I thought I was a mature woman, but as soon as I arrived with the team members, I started realizing that I was brat…I reminded one member of his little daughter, and another of his girlfriend, etc. I never imagined it was going to be the beginning of my career as a mountain climber in the Himalayas, and the prize: to become the pupil of the best in the world: the polish climbers, among them the late Jurek Kukuczka. They were from a much different culture and since the beginning I started to feel really comfortable among them. There was a very nice guy who hardly spoke even a few words of English, but what impressed me about him, was his warmth with all living beings. He was really patient, kind and loving. Just with his eyes he transmitted any feeling and he has the deepest ones I have felt in any climber. I was astonished with the compassion he showed with a Pakistani boy who had an infection in one eye. Every day the Pakistani went to Base Camp looking for this loving guy to cure his eye. And every day this climber found a moment to give, he was always giving, never wanting anything in return. He had the most compassionate look in his eyes even if an avalanche was coming down from the steepest wall. Even though he didn’t speak English or Spanish and of course I don’t speak Polish, I learned a lot from him: how to look upside and find out from where the avalanche might come down, how to run away from it, how to go down fast, really fast…even how to demonstrate that I was a real climber and still find time to enjoy the climb. I will never forget my friend Zyga, since the first time I saw him I knew that he was the kind of guy in whom you can trust your life. Even though he was not that fast, he was really experienced and I heard about his background so I wanted to be beside him. Unfortunately, I was not able to climb to the top with him, it was my first experience and I had a lot of doubts in my mind. Regardless I could learn a lot from his patience, he would always wait for the right moment to go, and that was a good experience. The Southeast pillar of Nanga Parbat ended with the death of our friend Piotr Kalmus, I still see Zyga’s sorrow in his eyes, for me, there were many things to learn in a single expedition and I came back home with a lot of ideas…

In 1989 we met again with a big expedition at Everest, we were going to try the Yugoslavian route. I was really happy to see again Zyga. My Polish never got better nor his English, I think he only cared about living, climbing, smiling. After all why would he need any language if he had this expression in his eyes? All of the climbers were focused on the climb, focused on the weather, and how quickly we could climb to the top and return home safely. Then we noticed he had two dogs inside his tent!!!! How the hell could he manage these dogs? Feed them, clean them, love them!!!! He has this huge heart. If he had food then he would share…it didn’t matter with whom, even if it was with a couple of dogs…. WOW! Sometimes we wanted to rest, but those dogs would keep us awake barking at night…who knows what strange things they saw!!!! The climb was really long, technical and it demanded all of our concentration. At 7,600 m I got a cerebral edema, so I had to go back to base camp. The last wall before Base Camp was really difficult and I remembered thinking that I was so exhausted that I didn’t want to try again by this way. I gave up and I felt fine with the experience.

After some days of rest at Base Camp, Carlos and I tried by the Normal Route. At the same time Genek and Andrzek were in his summit push by the Yugoslavian route. I think Janusz Mayer and Carlos’ father were concentrated in Carlos and mine’s ascent, because of my previous edema. We reached the south summit at 8,750 m very late in the afternoon and Carlos told me that he had to go back because I was climbing very slow and his oxygen was finished. I was so angry that I asked him if he thought it was my fault, he answered Yes. So I gave him my oxygen mask and that was the moment that Carlos realized I got hipoxia and I had to go down as soon as possible…It was a real HIGH ALTITUDE DISCUSSION!!!! For me every step was a fight inside my mind, I knew I had to go down and find Carlos’ father warm arms. I also wanted to go back to my family, I needed someone to give me LOVE.

Two days later I was climbing down the slopes of Lhotse face towards the Khumbu Icefall and it was really difficult because a snow storm started and it was white all over, avalanches started coming down and the roaring from above was continuous. Finally I was in Janusz and Carlos father’s arms and we knew that Genek and Andrzek were on the top a day ago and our friends: Zyga, Falco, Myrek and Bacek were climbing up to meet them to help them come down….the rest is history, a very difficult one to write, talk about or even think about. How I could live with the idea that I was never going to see any of them again? I don’t understand what I did. All I remember was that I was really angry with Everest, in one day it took my friends away. How we were going to tell their families? How to tell them what GREAT WARRIORS THEY WERE NOT ONLY ON MOUNTAINS BUT IN LIFE!!!!

As for those dogs, nobody returned to feed them, or to care for them, Balu…yes, Zyga named one of them. I remember the love in his hands, in his eyes while he was combing their hair. I thought Zyga was sleeping between flees…but I suppose Zyga was a friend to the flees as well.

Year after year I was sad asking myself: What happened??? Until one day, another friend of mine suggested to me to go back to Everest because I was so close to the summit. Ten years had passed, yes 10 long years in which I had my two children: a girl: Karina and a boy: Santiago, I climbed in Patagonia, Baffin Island and I went to Kangchenjunga (where we lost Wanda Rutkiewicz) I also had the chance to talk with Jurek in 1989 before he died and he told me the most beautiful words I ever received from a climber: “you are my favorite climbing girl in the Himalayas”…..Wow!!!! from the BOSS….Anyway I keep asking myself WHY…why did I loose my climbing friends from Poland?

But 10 years were enough for things to mature, to learn that all of us will die. This is the only real thing that for sure will happen. So I decided to train, to train really hard and to focus, but overcoat: to enjoy. I didn’t want to satisfy anybody, I just wanted to see the view from the top of the world and to attend to a special call that I receive from the mountain…

My training was really nice, every hillside while I was running seemed to me like a goal, I said to myself: suppose you are in the south summit (that place you know) and you have to give another push…keep running (keep climbing) and imagine that when you finish this hill you will be on top, enjoy every step, feel the strain of the effort, imagine you are running out of oxygen, be brave! I used the same method while swimming, running, kayaking, and biking, it worked and I felt good.

I felt ready after training, I was prepared to prove myself in the mountain. This ice giant I had faced ten years ago in two consecutive seasons: spring ( when the big accident and my cerebral edema) and autumn when I had frozen corneas (when Jurek died in Lhotse’s South Face).

I had a question in my mind: my relationship with my husband in this moment, wasn’t satisfactory. I felt without his support, even moral, so despite this I left my two children with their dad and went to the mountain, it was so difficult for me to see their faces asking me what was going on? When I was going to go back? But at the same time, I knew I had to focus in my goal, take care of myself and return safely home, if I wanted to hug Karina and Santiago again.

My friend Viviana went with me taking care of the web page that was interested in the development of my participation in the expedition. We were going to write almost every day and be in touch with the people interested in my ascent and answer their questions, it was so different than those days with my polish friends in Everest Base Camp!!! Now we were a lot of expeditions, I was not really interested in counting them. The equipment, the food but overcoat the communications: a satellital phone, our computer. It was an expensive system but a good one. We needed to improve our solar system to get energy…this was our first ascent. I remember Viviana telling me not to worry because there was a guy who was sponsored by the BBC and he was taking enough fuel and maybe he could share it…I answered that she was there to solve OUR problem, and that she had about a week to do it, I suggest a company in Kathmandu that in the end worked well. In the end we helped our BBC friend on the mountain.

Since the beginning I felt alone without somebody to share a point of view of the situation, the wind, the moon, with or without oxygen…so I had to put in practice the previous learning years in the mountain with the Polish: I remember their look at the sky, looking for the shape of the clouds, the wind direction, the full moon, etc. their patience, spending a lot of days inside a tent, hearing the sound of the snow flakes falling on the tent, dreaming of the summit day. I felt happy to have a chance to do everything by myself. In 1989 when I went with the Polish, I learned a lot from them, specially because I went walking and helped Falco with the porters, their payment, lodge accommodation, our food, etc. So I knew how to behave with local people and also with strangers. I was used to the Polish straight sincerity and still now it is a part of my personal philosophy.

Henry Todd, who was a part of the 1989 expedition, was now the leader of the expedition in which I was taking part. He told me that things had changed a lot, now everybody was used to consult the weather in the weather channel web page. I didn’t want to depend on the “technology”, I was used to going out of my tent to “look” and “ask” the sky…

My intuition told me to see my full moon calendar and trust my experience. So I pushed to go up in the very first chance that I “felt” we had. Henry had a serious chat with me in which he told me he was going to support my ascent if I gave him my word of using oxygen. He told me that he was extremely devoted to me achieving my goal of conquering Everest (he knew my story) but he didn’t want to risk his record. It was highly risky for me to go without oxygen. I knew I was trained to climb without bottled oxygen, but I also knew that this was a chance to see the world from above and go home safely to my children. I also thought that if I failed, it was going to be with perfect acclimatization, so I decided to take the chance.

I didn’t want to loose my acclimatization in Pico de Orizaba, I was in a hurry to climb, but the mountain gives you a lot of tests: my patience…for the first time I felt in form in communion with the mountain, I remember I was in a kind of dream, acting by instincts, hardly talking, living my own moment, and really focused.

The day close to the full moon, after many goings up and down and acclimatization, my friend Laurie, from USA and I went up and spent two days in the camp of the Silence Valley, it was so different than the last time I was there: a lot of tents, people, problems, the season was specially dry, it was the time when they found Mallory’s body. I was really afraid of an avalanche in the Lhotse face. I knew we would have to be really fast. Even so I found time to enjoy, to share some jokes with new friends, but, I specially remembered that this was the giant who took my friends’ lives, so with all my respect, I still felt a kind of refuse to the mountain I gave every step up very carefully, “opening” my ears and eyes to any sound coming from above. I could hear the beating of my heart and I didn’t know how to stop it.

A new day arrived at Camp III, Laurie and I thought that we were going to go down, until we heard voices from outside the tent, clinging from the equipment, steps on the snow these noises told us that climbers were going to the South Col, preparing for their summit bid. So, we got ready very fast and started our ascent: Laurie decided to used bottled oxygen from there, I wanted to go without, so the struggle started, because I saw all the climbers with their masks, even so I noticed that every step was difficult for them. Some of them were resting in the slopes, I wanted to move from being an avalanche “target” in the slopes of Lhotse face, so, I made an effort to keep moving and passing people, I remember it was specially hard to break a new trail in the snow and go ahead. With the use of oxygen, Laurie was ahead of me and arrived to the South Col Camp were she received me in an exhausted situation. I felt full of her compassion and love, also the rest of my team mates, who were already inside the tent. The south col place was so different than the last time I was there…now it seemed like a phantom village, I knew somewhere there were some corpses and I didn’t want to mistake my tent and enter in to somebody else’s on mistake! After I recovered, I went outside the tent to film the situation at this altitude: the wind was really roaring and I thought that for the first time the weather channel report was going to be right. But my inner voice told me to wait, that the good weather window will open with the full moon, so I decided to stay one more night, fighting with myself: with my doubts, with the uncertainty of the moment, the strong wind, the cold conditions, the high altitude, the lack of oxygen, the use of the tanks and mask of oxygen. I suddenly remembered that this was the reason of my cerebral edema 10 years ago in the south summit, so this time I practiced in Base Camp, but regardless I was afraid.

At 11 p.m. the 4th of may we started for our summit push, I think I was the last to go outside the tent and start the climb, when I was out I saw a huge line of head lamps and I thought I was in a traffic jam in Mexico City, so I decided to push myself and pass all the people, as soon as possible, in order to be out of the line of fall in case that someone came off the mountain slopes.

I was really motivated and soon I was in the Balcony, about 8,200 m, the skyline was covered by the first colors from the arising sun, so I could see in the far distance two men in red clothes: Bill Crouse and Peter Athans, they were the first in the line and my goal was to reach them. I also could see the South summit, I thought that it was really close. I realized how bad my situation was 10 years ago, because it took me more than 5 hours to reach it and now if my calculations were right I thought it could take me 30 minutes.

In my way I found Ang Tshering sherpa from my expedition and he asked me to rope with him. In the beginning I didn’t want to because I promised myself not to do that with anybody, but in the end I agreed and we continue together. The last steps before arriving to the south summit were very difficult because Ang Tshering was very slow and I was so motivated that I was climbing up fast, so we decided to unrope and continue on our own. I arrived to the south summit full of memories: my discussion with Carlos, Rob Hall’s death in this place, my sadness…With strong strikes I put my ice axes in the slopes and hung into the void, suddenly I was on the south summit and I saw the way to the top. It seemed closer than ten years ago, or maybe I saw with different eyes: those of clearness, maturity and determination.

I sat down in the snow to take a rest until somebody arrived with ropes to fix the Hillary Step, between the gusts I talked with Bill and we were looking at Peter’s progress. Bill asked me where Laurie was, and I answered that she somewhere in the mountain, but coming up. Suddenly we heard her voice saying hello and after that a roar that I recognized as ice breaking. I saw nothing but heard it and saw Bill’s face. I deny with my head, Bill nodded, we understood each other without a word and I asked myself how I was going to give the terrible news to her parents? If we were climbing together the past two months, we enjoyed together those moments, we share so many stories, sad ones, happy ones, we laugh at high altitude…I was thinking when suddenly we heard a yell asking for help. In the beginning I didn’t want to move until I saw Bill putting his head out of the ridge and he told me that Laurie was jammed in a ledge, so the rope was necessary now to rescue her and we pulled her out of the void. 3,000 meters down the East face: China!!! It was a hard job. As soon as we saw her smiling face, he thanked everyone who helped. Then, Andy Lapkass who was the leader of our team told me to continue. I told him I was afraid and his answer let me know that all of us were afraid and that if I wanted to be on top I had to continue. My first steps were very safe and when I reached the Hillary step I put the crampons and ice axe very deep in the ice, I tried not to see the deep void and remembered to try every stone as any of them could be rotten. I saw many old ropes but I knew I didn’t have to use them. Suddenly I was on the final slopes to the top and this was the moment that I realized the shock that I had just lived. My knees started to shake without control and my cold mind tried to send a message to my body: don’t lean towards the southwest face it’s a huge slide or the east cornice, it might be broken and could be an eternal fly to China. But my pair of legs continued shaking, I hit them and ordered them to stop shaking…nothing happened. Then the image of my two children came to my mind and I really focused, I could continue with determination. All of sudden there were no more mountain to climb, I saw some sherpas standing on the summit, beside them was Peter Athans and my team mate Graham Ratcliffe. I took out from my rucksack my Mexican flag and also those from my sponsors and took pictures. I also took from my bag a piece of wood from the trees near the forest in Tyngboche in which I wrote that I dedicate this ascent to Jurek and Wanda.

I found out that Laurie decided to go down from the south summit and I was in a hurry to reach her and “protect” her. I joined her in the last slope before reaching our camp. We hugged and cried, our tears were filled with sorrow, love and compassion. We felt very close and I went inside the tent to prepare for the night. She was outside waiting for Andy who was hardly coming down. Laurie got snow blind and her eyes were painful. I was inside the tent melting snow to drink. Our night was difficult because I spent it without bottled oxygen. “Our team mates, the gentlemen” took Laurie’s oxygen bottled, and they took the two sleeping bags that we had for all of us. I saw Laurie’s condition and I thought she needed it much more than I did, so I gave it to her and I tried to sleep. In the middle of the night I awakened with my finger tips frozen, so I asked her to give me some air. As soon as I saw the first light coming out I started to pack my rucksack and started my way down.

I also learned from my polish friends to carry big loads, not to leave anything in the mountain. So my pack was full with the equipment that took me three trips. I felt like a beetle. I started my way down and for the first time I was completely alone and I was really happy and thankful with the mountain. Physically I felt great, it was a different story from 10 years ago, it was my story and I was almost finishing it. When I reached Camp II and told Henry our story with the gentlemen of the mountain, he was so angry that he sent them back as soon as they reached Base Camp. I felt guilty because they were exhausted from the effort, but the people who heard the story were really angry at them.

This night we celebrated my success in the OTT British Base Camp, everybody was really happy and we invited my Mexican friends from another expedition: Hugo Rodríguez and Carlos Guevara. I also received a telephone call from Mexico, and from Cho Oyu Base Camp to congratulate me.

My expedition hadn’t finished, I wanted to visit the memorial of my polish friends and Henry offered to join me. When I read their names my eyes filled with tears. Finally I reached the top of the world. My friends really wanted to be there, but they found a different way to another summit. Anyway, I couldn’t stop this strange feeling of loss. I felt that even though I was close to them the last moments of their lives, we are so distant now. I knew that maybe it was going to be the last time “together”. It was a cold and silence moment with Henry at the memorial.

When I was in Everest’ summit, it was 11 hours of the 5th of may, and it was different from others climbers that had reached the top, as I have read in their articles. It was not the happiest day in my life, but it was the day that make me realize about my life, because I found myself, I discovered a new woman, who wanted to know what is love about in life and also a woman who compromised with herself to live each moment as if it could be the last of her life, I learnt to respect myself, my feelings, my wishes and I felt urged to start a new life.

MY FRIEND ZYGA, I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOUR LOVING FACE, YOUR FRIENDSHIP IN THE MOUNTAIN BUT OVERCOAT YOUR KINDNESS TO ALL OF HUMANITY. IT’S A PITY THAT I DIDN’T SPEAK POLISH TO TELL YOU SO MANY THINGS THAT I STILL HAVE WITH ME. I ALSO ACKNOWLEDGE: FALCO, HIS FRIENDSHIP, HIS SENSE OF HUMOR AND LAUGH… MIREK: EVEN YOU WERE SO SERIOUS YOU WERE ALWAYS DETERMINED AND HELPFUL WACEK: YOUR STRENGTH, FRIENDSHIP GENEK: YOUR CHARISMA, SMILE, STRENGTH, FRIENDSHIP, CALMNESS JUREK: THE BEST TEACHER I COULD EVER HAVE, YOUR CALM, EXPERIENCE, LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP

IT WAS A REAL PRIVILEGE TO CLIMB SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE CLIMBING HISTORY OF POLAND IN THOSE YEARS. I AM SURE THAT WHEREVER THEY ARE, THEY ARE HAPPY WITH MY SUCCESS AND I´LL CHEER WITH A GLASS OF VODKA AND SAY: NA ZDROWIE!!!! AND DZIEKUJE BARDZO, BECAUSE LIFE IS LIKE CLIMBING A MOUNTAIN, AND I LEARNT THAT FROM ALL OF YOU.

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