My First Time: Passion Ignited in the Antarctic Freeze
The wind screamed through the cracks in that old rectangular workshop, the oldest room in the Antarctic station. Steel walls, but not airtight. I, Régis, shivered despite my thick blue parka. Eight degrees Celsius inside, repairing snowmobile engines and ice saw blades. Cécile burst in, light clothes hugging her curves—salmon Peruvian hat framing big hazel…