This photo was taken by me this summer, while I was in Ireland.

We were doing an excursion in Valentia Island, the island where I was living.

We went by bus for half an hour until we crossed a bridge.

Then, we walked for another half an hour for a mountain path, going up, until we arrived to a strange and ruinous tower. There we could walk on our own, so my friends and I went to the cliffs that were road beyond.

That was so, so beautiful. I wanted to run, and so I did. There were many eagles and other kind of birds down the cliffs.

We took many photos, but none of them really showed how gorgeous was that part of the island.

In that photo you can’t see too many things, but it shows how green Ireland can be, and it shows that in Ireland, every day is a foggy day.

I chose this photo becuase while I am looking at this image, I remember all the moments I lived there, all the feelings I felt... and I remember exactly the place where I was when I took this. I remember me looking down the cliffs, I remember the anxiety I felt there, and, for a moment, I understand that even the strongest person can be frightened sometimes, and for that, he -or she- is not less strong, he is only more human, because feeling frightened, is being human.