The ConnectionOskar stood facing the cable car's forecourt, a mountain bag and skis in hand. A light cold wind from the north had swept away the clouds overnight.
The manager had happily met his request, after handing over the multi-year pass for the Great Ski Lift. He asked for a few hours to make some final checks on the plant. Oskar would use a guide to reach the plateau bordering the slopes. The guide was a local lad with a stocky build, also shouldering a sleeping bag and doffing a woollen cap.
- Morning, my name is Mario and the manager said I was to climb with you until the plateau.
- Great, when can we leave?
- The operator has phoned the office to confirm everything is ready. We can already get in the cabin.
From the booth's tiny window, a man gestured with his hand. The soun
