Crans-Montana
02. Jan 2026,
Usually, I write my Morning Splinter story when a first — sometimes a second — word comes to me early in the morning. That word becomes the foundation of the story.
This morning, no word appeared.
Because the space has been occupied since yesterday by just one combination of words: Crans-Montana.
And here, words fail me.
My thoughts are right there — in Crans-Montana.
And they are dark.
I think of the victims.
Of their friends.
Of their families.
Of the pain.
Of the incomprehensibility of this tragedy.
Of the tears.
Of the despair.
Of the farewell.
0No comments yet
your comment
Reply to: Reply directly to the topic
Ähnliche Beiträge
What’s going on?
canadachristian wehrlichristmascivil disobediencecolumncommunicationcommunityconflictcouragecreativecreativitycrisisdebatedemocracyempathyessayextraordinaryfactsfreedomhopehumanhumanismhumanityintelligentmindnewmarketnewmarket ontarionewsorderpeacepeacefulphilosophypoliticalpowerprotestresistancerhetoricsciencesocialsocietystoriesstorytellingswiss canadianswiss-canadianswisschristhinkingtogethertrustusawomen