Deutsch Half asleep. I turn in my sleeping bag, causing a small cascade of tiny snow crystals to trickle down onto my face. Where am
The wind rattles the tent poles above me. The cold air steams in front of my face, slowly rising higher and higher. I open the zipper of my tent at 2200 meters and look up at the sky. It’s half past five in the morning. Has the crescent moon risen yet?
I startle. It is pitch dark. An icy breeze has blown snow crystals into my face. Is that what woke me up? Then I hear it again – very close to my sleeping bag. A soft crunching in the snow – but I can’t see anything. It is deep winter, the thermometer shows -8 degrees.
A constant whipwhipwhip accompanies me, while the sweat is running down my back. My eyes wander off to the beautiful mountain world around me, only to be abruptly…
Silent darkness surrounds me. My thoughts wander, because I can’t really move – I’m lying in my tent, rolled up in two sleeping bags and under three caps. And I ask myself: how did I…