Make Your Way 8, Schulbuch mit Audio-CD und CD-ROM

Reading (True – False – Justification) Read the article below. First decide whether the statements (1–9) are true (T) or false (F) and put a in the correct box. Then identify the sentence in the text which supports your decision. Write the first four words of this sentence in the space provided. The first one (0) has been done for you. 4 Touch the top of the world at a ernoon in the blazing heat, we built snow walls around our campsite on Mount McKinley. I knew about McKinley’s legendary cold. But no one had told me about the heat, re ecting like a mirror o the snow and burning my eyeballs through the leather aps of my glacier glasses. en the wind, chilled by the glacier, whipped past me, taking much of my body’s warmth with it. “Windburn on top of sunburn. Get used to it,” Chris laughed, observing Sam and me constructing snow fortresses out of the glacier. Sam cut blocks of blue ice from the oor while I placed them in a rectangle around the site to block the wind. Soon the walls were as tall as me. en I cut steps into our fort while Sam packed the small gaps in the walls with snow. Finally the site was ready for the tent. I held one side and threw the other into the wind, which caught it and unfurled it. I laid it on the ground and oriented it by feeling the loops and pockets on the corners through my layers of gloves. Months before on a training climb on Mount Rainier, a teammate assigned me to set up a tent on the Muir snow eld, on which wind and cold seemed to be the only constants. I was beginning to shiver as I knelt in the snow with the tent laid out in front of me. rough my thick gloves I couldn’t feel the delicate sleeves of the fabric. I fumbled with it, clumsily trying to jam the pole through. en I took my glove o so I could actually touch it. My hands were my eyes, but three frustrating layers of material over them made me feel blind. Only for a second, I thought. Just enough time to get the pole started in the sleeve. But sharp splinters of sleet pricked my bare skin and it went instantly numb. I stu ed my lifeless hand back inside the glove and beat it against my knee. When it came back to life, the pain was so intense I almost vomited from nausea. Not wanting to give up, I whipped o the other glove, but this hand too went numb before it even touched the tent fabric. Sam and Je approached. ey had nished with the other tents and without saying a word started working on mine. e pain in my hands was nothing compared with my frustration and embarrassment, like a balloon expanding in my chest. I knelt in the snow, listening to the tent li ing up under the pressure of the poles, and I made a promise to myself. e things I could not do, I would let go; but the things I could do, I would learn to do well. A erwards in Phoenix, when the temperature was hovering above a hundred degrees, I took the tent to a eld near the school where I taught history and, with my thick gloves on, worked on setting it up and breaking it down and setting it up again. I heard cars slowing down on the nearby road, to gape, I imagined, at the lunatic in the blazing heat, in a tank top and mountaineering gloves, kneeling over a tent. But I refused to be the weak link of the team. I wanted them to put their lives in my hands, as I would put mine in theirs. I would carry my share. I would contribute as any other team member. I would not be carried up the mountain and spiked on top like a football. If I were to reach the summit, I would reach it with dignity. 146 Nur zu Prüfzwecken – Eigentum des Verlags öbv