Initially I was planning a post about living and dying in skydiving. But it is still so sad and I am still in kind of a vacuum, so I just copy my facebook post from yesterday and think about all these things later…

there are those moments you’ll never forget, and yesterday night was one of them. unfortunately not a good one. it was when Romain informed me in the most gentle way (if somehow possible) about what has happened at flanders boogie some hours before, because he didn’t want me to find out via fb (and I am endlessly grateful for that). I am aware this sport comes with some risks and loosing friends is somehow part of it. but you know what? right now I don’t give a fuck about this awareness, about what might have happened, whose fault it was, if it was bad luck, coincidence or other reasons, because the only thing that counts is that he is no longer with us and yesterday at that point of time I thought everything was ok and we would jump at saarlouis together.

when I first met that guy I thought of him as the crazy german who chopped his new crossfire straight over the highway at chalon on the first day of vectorfest and he thought of me of an arrogant austrian girly. but as time passed by things have changed :-) I can’t even say we became super close friends, but somehow a strange craziness was between us and that made it very special every time we spent time together.