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IT WAS HOT COMING DOWN INTO THE VAL ley even in the early morning. The sun melted the snow from the skis we were carrying and dried the wood. It was spring in the valley but the sun was very hot. We came along the road into Galtur carrying our skis and rucksacks. As we passed the churchyard a burial was just over. I said, " Grüss Gott," to the priest as he walked past us coming out of the churchyard. The priest bowed.
"It's funny a priest never speaks to you," John said. "You'd think they'd like to say ‘Grüss Gott." "They never answer," John said.