…found in igor djatlov’s camera: some truly poetic pictures & a very bizarre story i have just discovered…
…then, something happens. In the middle of the night all nine suddenly leap out of their tents as fast as possible, ripping them open from the inside (not even enough time to untie the doors) and race out into the sub-zero temps, without coats or boots or skis, most in their underwear, some even barefoot or with a single sock or boot. It is 30 degrees below zero, Celsius. A few make it as far as a kilometer and a half down the slope. All nine, as you might expect, quickly die…
the details can be read here and another account of this tale also here, merry christmas from me! ha ha
