For a beam of light.
Air, air, fresh air, clean, bracing, this is my desire, I need to breathe deeply, intoxicated oxygen, be filled with wind, rain, sun, everything.
is not the first time that Branco is located in an unusual situation, but this time he wanted to run this adventure alone, to enjoy the pleasure of discovery.
"Hello, hello, we got, give us the position we are at the northern entrance, we ten, all you want to hear .. What's your name, where you come from?
- Branco Bucovich and I come from Smrle Vodice, Slovenia .-
There you have come too far to drive us from this mess ..
I am wounded, I think I broke a femur, but for now ...
What does your altimeter?
- say three hundred and forty
- then you would have three thousand meters,
-yes, I think, you have no idea of \u200b\u200bthe beauty below, lakes, waterfalls, caves, stalactites, cave ..
- Enjoy it while you can,
- yes, but let me out, I am exhausted, I can not breathe, I lose blood, dripping wet, my batteries are running low, I want off it to communicate again with .. you .. you have to pull the cord ..
-we are doing, but to be stranded at some point, the rescue team is starting to fall ..
- Mom, you're always right, you told me not to come here alone .., the mothers are always right, is the instinct, but now I am here for twenty hours, alone in the dark, cold, freezes, I finished its stores are full of shit, are stuck in a tight spot .. I wanted to get to a lake that appears to be unique, beautiful for a ray of colored light that filters from nowhere, a rainbow in the ground .. How's
-Branco?
Go .. please .. I struggle to breathe .. do not feel my family ... ..
-of course not, for now, here are merely off the hook ..
-after all the caves in which they dropped as many wonders ... .. for some reason right here ... .. the most beautiful I have no more strength .. I hope they get .. I lost so much blood .. I feel faint Olga .. .. .. Mom
Branco, do not you feel more ... Branco, answer me!
Branco! But Branco
not responding ..
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