Not a life lost and we have been through Hell
It is a cold May 1916 day in Elephant Island. A flock of penguins is observing with awe and interest a group of beings struggling to stand together against the fury of the wind. The birds have never seen those large bipeds in that latitude (61° S). Ernest Shackleton is looking at the same 27-people group. He knows them inside out. He recruited them for the now-failed expedition that was supposed to cross the Antarctica. He has shared with them seventeen long months of a strenuous survival journey. Ten months trapped inside the Endurance in the frozen waters of Weddell Sea followed by six months living on a floe and finally one week on three tiny boats trying to reach solid ground. Today is therefore a day of immense joy for those individuals. However, Shackleton, known as ‘the boss’, is aware that victory resides still far away, and the flame of hope is cold and almost invisible. Nobody is going to rescue them from this remote, ice-covered mountainous island. He has resolv...