As I advanced, the steps were awfully broken. Presently, no more steps could be seen. Feet had worn a narrow path in the remains of the unrecognizable Wall. The path was wild with pieces of bricks, rocks, dirt and trees. The trees were small, leafl ess, thorny and dry. They looked dead with a deep impression of winter. But they were alive - a twig snapped, and beneath its skin was green. The sunlight gave a beautiful shine to the thorns, and the shine polished the wildness of the Wall. I dashed from one tree to another. The sound of the thick branches scratching my backpack, my clothes and my hat, was thrillingly clear. All that embraced me was spaciousness, quietness and clearness. Running alone on the edge of a damaged wall, I was fearlessly challenging myself to perform some martial art. My steps had never been fi rmer.