Ice and the Sky Page #2
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I felt ten years older.
One sled became unusable.
No time for repairs.
Its load had to be abandoned:
scientific equipment
and some personal effects.
The track disappeared...
...as we groped our way along
the Antarctic plateau.
It sometimes took hours
to find beacons.
After a 28-day trek...
...I finally saw the Charcot masts.
Charcot was more like a termites'
nest than a scientific base.
But it was well
equipped and in order.
A veritable palace
after a month spent...
...in cramped, freezing
snow vehicles.
The others were
anxious to get back...
...afraid of being trapped
by the winter.
I had a strange lump in my throat.
Bye.
See you in a year, all going well.
I could hear the wind,
the bell atop the mast.
The sole remaining familiar sounds.
For the first time,
I felt master of a kingdom.
with our studies...
...we neglected our base.
We were starting from scratch.
No scientist had ever gathered any
meteorological or geophysical data.
We had the faith of pioneers.
Every reading, every observation
brought me intense pleasure...
...heightened by the pride
of being the first.
It was breathtaking.
The soundings revealed
the outlines...
...of valleys and mountains
buried for millions of years...
...beneath 2,000 meters of ice.
A continent engulfed.
I grasped the scope
of the power...
...of science, of the invisible.
I was hooked
on the thrill of discovery.
My fate was sealed.
After a few weeks
we noticed with horror that our
gear was sinking into the snow.
We had to mark and store it
before it became irretrievable.
We dug yards of tunnels
to create warehouses.
Science had to wait.
We had almost forgotten,
it was a matter of survival.
Then the blizzard toppled
my observation tower.
I was desperate.
My entire program was at risk.
Only with the support
of my comrades...
...was I able to retrieve
the situation.
With every rung I cursed
the idiot who designed the tower.
Another bolt, another burn,
the metal sticking to my fingers.
I vowed to make him
pay for the torture...
...with every removal
of my gloves.
The weeks went by,
we settled into a routine.
A communal meal was taken
in the evenings.
Roland cooked...
...while Jacques sent back data
by radio.
To hold on, we fostered a spirit
of camaraderie and solidarity.
We lived, worked and slept...
with zero privacy.
Bad moods were outlawed.
They would have made
our lives hell.
Our dress sense featured plenty
With no water,
we soon gave up washing clothes...
...discarding them when worn out.
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