In fact, being just an ordinary city dweller with little experience, I didn’t take into consideration some details. The first and most important one was the climate. It was March, and normally the temperature hovers around -15 during the day and falls below -20 at night at this time. That year wasn’t an exception, but I decided to continue at my peril. The situation was exacerbated by the fact that my tent wasn’t designed for such extreme temperatures.
I remember lying there, gripped by fear and frozen to the bone. Every time I heard a noise, I grabbed a knife as my imagination depicted various scenarios of my death. I couldn’t fall asleep. I was cursing the day I decided bravery was one of the greatest human virtues.
Strange as it may seem, I survived! The next morning, on my way to the nearest village, I felt I was the happiest person alive.

