About me



Pirmin Bertle

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MA clinic Psychology 2014, BA Psychology 2010, Abitur 2004, Trainer C Sportklettern 2006


Master Psychology in Fribourg since 2011


English, German, French


  • Born in 1985 in sweet southern Bavaria close to the Alps, I was raised in something like a Hippie house community with two to three families and four to seven children in the same age. The existentialism was thus the only way to get a slice of the pie at our crowded table.  


  • After a rather short career as a soccer player with only few minutes on the field, I gave up  this sport at the age of eight. One of my next stops was skateboarding, but there as well my talent was limited. To flee from this viscous circle of shame and deception, I started a sport that really nobody of my friends was trying seriously: Climbing. Luckily springiness wasn’t that important here. While in sprinting only the very fat boy in class was slower than me, I had one big “talent”. I was thin like a cypress. Not wanting to end up like in all the other sports, I decided to take it serious this time: I bought myself a finger board and already after half a year of daily training a successfully fulfilled my very first full pull up in life!


  • Photography got me a little bit later. Starting in the forgotten realms of analog SLR, I soon hit the oncoming digital train. Instant feedback and picture editing opened many new possibilities and facilitated the learning process. I fell in love quickly.


  • Having several time intensive passions luckily was kind of demanded by the Bavarian school system at this time. School finished normally at one o’clock and some teachers didn’t care at all if we were there or not. I thus had lots of time for taking pictures and making pull ups.


  • After a fifth and a seventh place in German Youth Cups I stopped my competition career. Living in the very south of the country I soon got fed up driving all day to climb two routes. And indoor training as well wasn’t psyching me a lot. I was rather attracted by the nearby Alps and especially the climbing in Kochel. There I worked myself up: From 7c at the age of 16, to 8b with 18 and 8c when I turned 20 years old.


  • After having finished school in 2004 and the civil service in 2005 the first thing I did, was to take one year off. Hitchhiking through  Europe I discovered a new and very appealing aspect of climbing: Travelling. We spend several months in El Chorro, Siurana, Les Gorges du Tarn and Céüse, lives with 100€ a month and thinking we would never turn back home.


  • What I nevertheless had to do to in the end of 2006. Actually, I was turning back to a kind of normal life, but not at home. My new hometown was called Fribourg. I never had heard of it before, but it was close to the Alps, partly French speaking and had a University. I began studying something like Journalism and then changed to Psychology which pleased me more. Anyways this was just the cover story. From now on I was able to going rock climbing nearly four times a week. High level climbing was only poorly developed but there were loads of rock to bolt and so only half a year later I sent my first 8c+ One way to get it unraveled which was downgraded by worlds junior lead champion Daniel Winkler, who found an easier method. (It’s now the hardest 8c in the world;). In 2008 I then touched for the first time the 9th grade, sending A muerte (9a), which felt like Spanish grading to me, but was later confirmed by Adam.


  • Having so much free time I tried again to turn back to a more normal life starting to work as a bar keeper. From now on I got professionally drunk three times a week and quite quickly kind of weak, too. I had more money than I needed and when my boss fired me because I couldn’t find many matching points with my male colleagues, I was happy. I turned back to things I loved, like low budget climbing or putting up this web site.  


  • After finishing the Bachelor in 2010 it was again time for one year off. This time we wouldn’t just hang out and travel wherever we wanted to, but decided to write a coffee table book about Europe’s most beautiful sport climbing. Passion verticale was its name (and in 2012 it finally ended on the market). And once again I had to make up my mind how far I wanted to drive away myself from normal society. Doing a Masters, or starving as a climber and photographer? Living in a house, in a bus or in a cave? Dying young but psyched or old but bored?


  • And then there are things who kind of finish questionings like the one mentioned above. Things you know they theoretically can happen but you never seriously think of and. Respectively you think of them as something that you wish to happen but not before another ten years will have passed. Things like having a child. And then one sunny summer evening you drink some beers with your friends, the air is warm and the wind is chilly, the phone is ringing and there is somebody who sounds quite excited. It is your girlfriend and one minute later I knew that my life will change completely. But I was too drunk to be shocked. I was just happy.


  • In short: Since 03/2012 we have a son who today – when I am writing this lines – is already 20 months old and who is the greatest present on earth. The best flat mate ever who even begins to clean up on his own. And who starts loving his nursery school. Something that is definitely a nice thing as there were nevertheless some coordination problems between being a full time father, a climber, a student, a part time working man, a photographer, a book author and a part time journalist.


  • And actually it is a pleasant experience to regain step by step parts of the liberty you lost on a single day. Pleasant not only because it is a good thing to be free but especially because this trend is an not normal one in a phase of life where beginning to work after university and things like this limit the freedom of most of us severely. And there are further positive factors I just couldn’t believe when people told me: The papa effect. Getting stronger in climbing by having less time and less sleep? This season I finally could prove it for me, too. I got one step further especially in maximum strength without knowing to precisely how it came. Could be that the climbing time restrictions forced me to boulder more and harder, could be that I my body has developed a new regenerating efficacy during all these bad and scattered nights. Anyways, I am one my way again to new costs like this of 9b country :)…