The morning between sky and earth

… opening the zipper of my sleeping bag to a new morning … with anxiety in my heart, not allowing myself to take a fast glance around … “No, nooooooooo!!!” The pain takes all my hopes away…again fog, humidity and snow all around me … I can’t feel my legs! Like two frozen logs, just lying there, not moving, like they are not even a part of me, like all this is happening to someone else, someone else is lying there, in this icy coffin – hope awakes, maybe this is all just a terrible dream. Realization follows: “I am still here, trapped in the coffin of ice!”