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I smashed my Red Honda Prelude 2.0 in Jura Mountains! U know that ‘I am Bond, James Bond’ style. Flown off the road and landed about 100 meters (1000 ft.) smashing through pine forest!

I can only remember first part of the 007 journey.

• 1st tree: bang! Ok, not bad.
• 2nd tree! Ahuhsh! Aaaa . . . I laid on other seat.
• 3rd tree! Right on the drivers head top! Ha, I narrowly escaped the first attempted murder by Nature!

At some point, I got my head switched back on. I started to take stock! Ok! Total disaster! Again a tree is holding the car in 50 or more degree slope.

My stomach was on the steering wheel. Front wind screen, I don’t know where it is.

Try to release the seat belt without luck. The only option left is to call for help. But, How I am going to do it? Do anyone up there know that I am here! Waited for a while. . .

Wait a minute! I hear a vehicle is moving on the road above! I wanted to horn. At that moment I saw the car battery lying in front of me. Obs! That opportunity became past time in no time :0)

While having ears wide opened for any more vehicles, I wanted to release myself, so that I can get to the top to the road.I usually carry a Swiss army knife with me. A handy tool most Swiss carry with them. On that moment I couldn’t find it in my pockets but a cigarette lighter. My nose warned immediately of petrol smell. I through the lighter far away, saying I don’t want to burn and die. :0)

I found my gun (a Swiss Made sphinx 3000) while further searching for the Swiss army knife.

I had license from relevant authorities for 3 non automatic hand guns. It was my sports to visit firing cellar in Switzerland  with an Italian co-worker.

With difficulties I loaded the gun and waited for vehicle sound. There comes one. Waited till the car is close and Bang! Silent . . . the car is gone!
Not working! Umh . . .

There comes another, Bang! Bang! I fired 2 rounds. That is the only time I fired the gun outside firing caller.

Silent! A while later, one man stand behind on the slope and saying some thing in French! I told him, I could speak German or English but not French. I could barely see his feet. I couldn’t turn my neck any more.

“Drop the gun” said the man in English. I thought, if this man leaves me here after I drop the gun, how I am going to call for help again. With all the strength I had I turned my head and saw many feet. I gained confident that at least one of them will help me. Unloaded the gun, secured it and dropped it. (Perhaps it is bad to doubt the person who comes to your help, my situation was such that I couldn’t take chance.)

The man came close to me and inquired about my backbone! I did a quick check by moving the back, toes and told him that every thing is ok and if he could help me release the seat belt. “Don’t move, we call an ambulance” he replied.

I asked him whether he had a Swiss army knife? I don’t know whether he had one or borrowed on from others, I got it with the blade opened. Voila! I slit the seat belt and grabbed the man’s neck and pulled my self out of the car. Landed on the ground I told the man that I can take care of the situation. There was a big question mark on the man’s face. I didn’t know how bad I was injured.

I wanted to stand up but couldn’t do it without help from that gentleman. Walked a couple of feet and that’s it, collapsed like a controlled demolition. Some one brought a blanket and laid me on it and started to take me up. Because of the steep slope they had to move step by step saying hoo hoooo for each step. By the time I was brought to the road the ambulance was there.

Unfortunately, I never had a chance to thank any one of them. The police officer failed to collect any information about any of them.

Do you remember this car? Then you should have been on the scene and helped me. I thank you!

As I arrived at the Delemont hospital, entire specialist were there and ready to treat me. Great Job by Delemont Hospital staffs on duty. Thank you too . . . (It was a Sunday 13th march 1993 approximately 5 pm.) a proverb worth mentioning here! French work to live, Swiss live to work.

Doctor’s inventory:
6 broken ribs
One broken rib pieced the left lung
A squeezed heart
Broken shoulder plate
Internal bleeding
Many other miner injuries . . .

Here I am after 15 years!