I put on a pillbox leather cap and a leather apron to cover my jeans-clad butt.
A tourist. Salt mines in Salzburg, Austria.
By the time I realized I was claustrophobic I was already underground. To return to the open air and sunlight I had to travel though the mines to the end of the tour.
Why wear the aprons backwards? because we traveled by SLIDE from level to level. A smooth piece of butt-wide wood, 45 degrees angle DOWN.
I strapped my mind into an eyes-forward-no-breathing-zone.
At the top of each slide a fear-mantra ground through my brain:
I had to go. Again. And again. To reach the light…
That claustrophic feeling…that breathless, heart-choking pain returns
everytime I must let one of my beagles go.
No choice No choice No choice
Good-bye, Bitey. My heart.