ARTICLE: Ötzi and me
We never met here, but this is where I feel closest to him. There is crunching, glitter-hard snow beneath my mountaineering boots. On my right is the huge white heft of the mountain Similaun, on my left the jagged fangs of rocky Fineilspitze, behind me the green abundance of Italy, ahead the blank glaciers and concrete grey rock of Austria. Sitting here at his simple, … Continue reading ARTICLE: Ötzi and me

