right now i'm reading Alive, a true account of a plane from urgay that crashed in the andes mountains, in which survivors survived for 72 days and (i don't know for a fact since i'm only halfway through but i assume) got out of and climbed out of the andes mountains in winter. wow.
but seventy two days is a long time for people to go without food. and this is wounded, freezing, shocked, helpless people. so they had to do something out of a horror film.
imagine that you are one of them. you are trying to tend to the wounded, that is if you are not wounded yourself. you have to salvage the wreckage of the plane for something useful. you have to melt snow for water. and there's no food.
so now look to the bodies of the dead, piled outside of the flightless plane. friends. siblings. parents.
meat.
it might not seem so bad. but it was. these were not strangers, they were friends. and they had to cut them up and eat them.
sooooooo... was it the right thing to do?
i think it was. i mean, those people probably would've wanted them to live, and if the only way to do that is to eat their bodies, so be it.
but maybe it's not what they would've wanted at all. maybe it's disrespecting their bodies and lives. i don't know.
i really suggest this book. but if you do want to read it, don't you dare read it as 'the one where they eat each other'. these people had to go through terrifying and repulsive experiences, and watch their friends die, so don't treat it like fear factor.
what do you think about what happened? please comment
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