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On the 20th of September 1991, I woke up and my gut feeling said: “Today something is going to happen and it is not looking good.” I doubted my intuition, analyzing all the other factors in my environment, like the weather conditions, my mind-set and general health. I finally dismissed the intuition as meaning: “Something may happen today, but it may happen to someone else.” At 11am that morning, I was hit by an avalanche and fell 900 meters — almost a vertical kilometer — and was buried alive in the valley at the bottom. I managed to dig my way out of the snow and ice, with only 60 seconds remaining before the ice would have set permanently around me.