July 17, 2008: How dare men 
yesterday (July 16, 2008, ed) the news of the death of Karl Unterkircher on Nanga Parbat.
E 'fell into a crevasse, it seems to the collapse of a cornice of snow and ice.
Once I would have wondered why a man of 37 years can risk his life in such extreme experiences, and I think this is the question facing the most, before these reports, filing, along with an amazing little understanding, after a few seconds to go, with lightning zapping, the quiet but reassuring banalotta of Big Brother.
But since I started to play sports and I knew the mountain, I began to understand, although I will never share the courage of the greatest: is the desire to move the limit, still further, to see what we can do and where to be able to arrive, how will your body is the unconscious that you have in dealing with certain situations and conditions in the here and now, hope, almost the certainty, to make it more and the adrenaline pumping. It 'called the mountain, as Karl said, his monumental seemingly quiet serenity that often inspires the look from a distance, so that it hides all the pitfalls, also known as quiet hiker on Sunday, just seem empty fears .
E ', however, a sense of inevitable "I have" an irrational but very strong reminder not to be able to pull back.
who had seen and / or read "Touching the Void" (see
http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_morte_sospesa and
http://www.feltrinellieditore.it/SchedaLibro?id_volume=5000494 ) it will be a little 'closer to understanding what I said. A book and a masterful film that might explain this, as well as the very strong survival instinct that humans have, beyond any reasonable prediction. I already explained the original title, much more evocative: "Touching the Void."
is worth quoting the words of Unterkircher shortly before disappearing, why is falling into a crevasse just that
"We were born and will die one day. In between is life. I call it the mystery, which none of us has the key. We are in God's hands, and if we called ... we must go. I am aware that public opinion is not my opinion, because if we do not really go back, many would say, "What went to look there? But who made him do?". One thing is certain, those living outside the mountains, no one will ever know! The mountains are calling "(
http://www.repubblica.it/2008/07/sezioni/cronaca/unterkircher-crepaccio/blog-karl/blog-karl.html )
E 'there is only 'man and the mountains, and an ancestral attraction to the challenge with nature, an attitude as heroic seemingly useless, the more heroic than most - apparently, I emphasize - not applicable.
For me, this is the thrust force of human evolution shifted from rationality to the total physical, as those who attend sports and mountains knows that, even in this case, the "head" is all equal and travels with the body.
When the two are separated for even a moment is over, and as you fall down, I like to imagine, let the mountain, and the world with her, betrayed a sense of awe, fear and, together, to respect.
Honor, therefore, the "useless" heroes of the mountain.
