DEATH ON ARRIVAL


Danger_in_Montafon_valleyGorge at Montafon valley in Austria underneath a barrier lake

As a small boy I used to stay on the ice of a deep and dark water basin – serving as a water reservoir for the fire brigades – together with my brother and a cousin one day in early January. This was strictly forbidden so this small adventure inspired us really to hilarious winter games on the frozen surface not thinking of any kind of harm or risk as we were simply children discovering an exciting world. It was a real tough cold winter with a lot of snow covering the paths and streets of my place of birth, an ideal time for having icy fun.

Open minded only to our games I simply did not realize that in the middle of the basin there was a big hole in the ice. Then all of a sudden I tumbled and plunged into this hole and the very cold water. Fortunately, I did not sink into the depth and could hold on to the edge of the ice hole in panic.  My brother and cousin came by quickly and then used a walking stick for pulling me out of the water soon enough. This was a shocking experience because there was one single traumatic moment, where I was standing exactly between life and death.

My mind preferred for a long time to forget this awesome frightening experience but  a couple of years ago I remembered to it again, and we always need this kind of awareness of course to realize the high value of our time-limited lives as death may be hidden at the next crossing point of our movements.

PräkolumbianischeMaske1Replique of a Peruvian death mask (20th century)

© transmutation.me (2015)

Author: urban liaisons

I like travelling through the diverse realities and cultures of this world not only as a tourist. So this may also happen by simply imaginating the hidden rivers and caves of consciousness where postmodern nomads are crossing wide endless landscapes leading to a dream of no-where. My favourite areas are deserts like the sahara or high mountains, as in these empty terrestric regions the far-away horizon and sky is no limit anymore but a possible gate to inspiration and freedom. Posts will be published normally in English, but whenever appropriate also only in my mother tongue German. Unless otherwise mentioned or individually specified (for example by naming the author, artist, etc.) all texts, photos and/or graphic illustrations in this blog are subject to © urban liaisons (which may please be respected).

1 thought on “DEATH ON ARRIVAL”

  1. This might be the scariest thing I’ve read this month! You were so lucky to escape with your life. As a parent, I’m always terrified that my children will do something dangerous that they’ve been told to avoid. At that age, kids are often just testing limits, testing their abilities, and simply don’t appreciate how dangerous some activities can be. Anyway, I’m very glad you survived the incident with no long term-harm done. 🙂

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