In April ’95 I was caught in a large avalanche, on the Bâlea valley, in the Fagaras Mountains. I was lucky and managed to get out of the main avalanche flow, but I was completely buried. My mountain pals took me out of the snow in a timely manner and I survived. At that precise moment I realized that I stepped over a threshold, which for many was without return, and only the chance stopped me from becoming an extra figure in the avalanche victims’ statistics. The strength of the avalanche shocked me, as well as the fact that you have absolutely no control and that you are completely in the hands of hazard, a prospect that is not sustainable in the long term, in the alpine environment.
In early 1990s, in Romania, the relationship of mountain sports practitioners with avalanche was often reduced to a matter of luck and the only method of salvation was to use the avalanche cord (a thin, red-coloured cord of 8-10m on that you drag around in the risky areas, hoping that in the event of an avalanche it will float at the surface, thus allowing the rescuers to find you). The documentation or education on this subject was practically non-existent and we were in those times in our infancy, completely lacking experience in mountaineering or off-piste skiing, brave and motivated, yes, but unfortunately very lonely.