The snow has melted and the ski hill is now deserted. I reflect on Nescio’s essay. His experiences as a young adult are very similar to my own when I spend full days skiing with my friends. Our futures are unknown. We have big plans. This uncertainly is both stressful and exciting.
Nescio and his friends spend their days talking on a fence around Oosterpark, sitting in curbs, and staring at the stars. Our fence and curb is the chairlift – that’s where we talk. Instead of stars above us, we look at skiers below us.
At Zuiderzee, Nescio and his friends watch the sun come up. This is eerily similar because, we often ski early in the morning, before the crowds arrived, and watch the sun rise over the mountains.
The sound and sights of nature are important to Nescio: cows, frogs, horses, and grass. This is important to us also. The snow is our grass. The wind in the trees, the laugher of children skiing are our sounds.
At the end of the day, we spend time at the base of the mountain. This is Nescio’s Amsterdam. The people eating and drinking in Amsterdam, and at the village base, have perfect hair, ski outfits, no creases in their clothes. They seem to have it all figured out but I wonder if they do.
When we are on the mountain, my friends and I feel that we are at the top of the world. Just like Nescio and the Young Titans when they are in Amsterdam.