With autumn approaching slowly but surely, also our trip nears its end. In truth, our trip will never end though. Because also we have become roamers with them. Roamers walking on the tracks of their lives, of their companionship, of the guerrillas' emotions and thoughts. We lived among them, we filled our hungry stomachs together and at times went hungry all together. We simply lived with them from the bottom of our soul through the whole range of emotions and feelings that make humans what they are and that instil a sense of rebirth.

Among them we came into contact with the authenticity which they cradle in their hearts. Not by reading books, not through words and neither from tales...

They have become bearers of a boundless world they carry inside of their hearts. They have become those who bring to life their martyred comrades all the hours of their entire lives, their futures and in their own persons. They have become those who struggle for all the peoples with the battle they fight.

We have become witnesses of their discourses, affection and comradeship. Without putting any difference between anyone of us, as if we also were one of them, they invited us to become companions of their feelings and thoughts. Regardless of the various locations and regions we marched to, that affection, merriment and respect of theirs always were the same. Therefore we never even got the slightest hunch of foreignness. In fact, we adopted their way of life.

There is no obstacle big enough to become a hindrance to their lives, struggle and ideas. With their bags on the back, their arms around the shoulder and a gun in their hands they march steadily towards boundlessness. But this track they march on, is the march towards authenticity. The excitement, enthusiasm and mirth we saw in them during this summer, are promising to continue even more intensively during fall.

Just as we came across a group of guerrilla at every position this summer, they will keep up with it also during autumn. Just as each and every season undergoes many changes and alterations, also the guerrillas, who are devotees of their homeland and adorer of freedom, go through that same procedure.

Every march we walk on provides us with many yields. And each time we stumble on a truth, we are moved to think more. About the reality that is lived on these mountains. In every chasm, on every hill, under every tree, at every spring on every rock there are the traces of the guerrillas. In other words, history has been lived, written and discussed here...

They are marchers without a stop... Can there be anyone who could hamper the flow of water? The water will always find a way and keep on streaming regardless of how much it gets obstructed. It knows no obstacles and will always make its way. Because water is flowing. And like water also the guerrillas are flowing without knowing any obstacles. They are those who have shattered and broken apart any hindrance there is in their hearts, souls, spirits and minds...

They are those who have dedicated every breath they take to freedom, equality and an ethical life, conscience and policy.

I have never seen anyone that resistant like them... I have never seen anyone that faithful to an honourable life like them...

I have never seen anyone that big hearted like them, those who dandle dances and mirth in their hearts...

Those who bear renewal in their hearts at all times and all ages, they are the ones that are planting the seeds of life and hope on the mountains. As for them, hope and life are twin sisters. One cannot exist without the other...