What it means to be brave for someone can be harder to tell a girl: "I like you!", than to do something otherwise human but at the cost of one's own life. For the latter they pin a medal on you for brave deed at the end, which you try to forget, but the first one you rejoice in every day of life. I've experienced both, so I can think about it that way. No one ever asks you about those feelings that are hard to explain anymore, but I know I would do it again. But would I do something in full consciousness and knowing it's forbidden? Or even to the detriment of someone else or just that because of which I keep coming back to find out it's still as wildly calm and respectful? For myself I know NO, and I'm not papal at all but a simple individual who dares to tell someone that he's shitting on what I simply love. I hope this explanation of mine is sufficient justification for what I have and will write on this forum in the future (hope as few shortcomings as possible). I respect paragliders, since I also come from a family whose roots are closely connected to aviation, but the location (Kredarica) is not suitable and unfortunately Jalovec neither.
How it was with the helicopter on the top I know best, because I didn't read forums and newspapers nor watch news reports but was there present. I've been to many places where something was done or at least tried to be done. That's why we are Friends.