Alpine sorrows
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And so in desperation - because it feels like the last resort...in darkest deepest Peru or somewhere, you phone The Samaritans. Now, I'm not knocking the sterling, (often thankless) service they provide all the time - night into day, at the end of the line...there where you get off, always on time... but, you cant help thinking - it's the same ol' thing; a bit like yodelling into a very deep well: all you seem to get back is the echo of your own passive rant. And I'll be honest, it feels like...