In the middle of July I got a very upsetting text message from my mum. She told me my brother was alone on a scoutcamp and he had fallen in some cave by surprise. By the way, it was 6 meters deep. An other by the way, he had fallen on his back.

This contained the whole first screen of my text message. Quite upsetting…

Once I arrived to the second screen, the message pointed out to me that all he had were some bumps and that he was alright.

Imagine… just imagine… what could have happened…

My mum kept talking about that, but I don’t think it is of any use to keep on thinking about it. Especially not if he was allright.

If anyone should be phylosophysing about his life, it should be my brother. But of course it is up to him to decide if he should be thinking about it or not.