Last summer I spent the most magical climbing week in Magic Wood, Switzerland. Friends, bouldering and food (don't forget beer) made the week amazing. After a few days I set my mind on a problem that felt like it was designed just for me. Overhang, crimps and insane core moves. Intermezzo, 7c, was and is the route of my dreams.

During my last day in the woods, I woke up early and started working on it. Four moves and a top out, the first three of which insanely hard, in my opinion. After a few hours of cranking, red bull and hip hop music I finally got past every hard move, falling off trying to grab the best hold on the route. That was a good try. Fingers aching, I put some tape on and took a 15 min break.

During this break a bunch of other climbers appeared and the sector was crowded. I don't mind sharing my project, rather the opposite, I love climbing with people! The flip side of the coin was that the holds were now sweaty. I couldn't stick a single move. Well, I'll do it later, I thought

That night it started raining and my dreams of climbing a 7c problem were washed off as the rain soaked down from the sky. That autumn I broke a tendon in my right hand, then got a repetitive strain injury on a few other fingers because I used them instead. The whole body suffers from a dumb head.

Even though I'm still recovering I find myself dreaming of Intermezzo. One day I'll be back to finish it, stronger than ever. I will bleed and scream on that route before I give up. No matter what, I'll be back.