Brief Thoughts On Maps

The young lieutenant of a small Hungarian detachment in the Alpssent a reconnaissance unit out onto the icy wasteland.It began to snowimmediately,snowed for two days and the unitdid not return.The lieutenant suffered:he had dispatchedhis own people to death. But the third day the unit came back.Where had they been? How had they made their way?Yes, they said, we considered ourselveslost and waited for the end. And then one of usfound a map in his pocket. That calmed us down.We pitched camp, lasted out the snowstorm and then with the mapwe discovered our bearings.And here we are. The lieutenant borrowed this … Continue reading Brief Thoughts On Maps