We feel deeply attached
to a place that has entrusted us with its very personal secrets and stories. They arise from its nature, live on in our minds and finally find their true purpose through pen and paper.
The mountain knows many stories that are just waiting to be told. Pick up your pen or read what the mountain has whispered to people here: our mountain stories.
Please finde the newest Mountain Stories here.
At the Top of the Ocean
There is a place in the deep blue ocean where it is so deep that its true depth cannot even be measured. The reason for this is because there must be a point on this planet that is as deep as the deepest sadness known to our world. The deepest sadness of the world also cannot be measured, cannot be named. Whoever is held captive by this immeasurable sadness finds himself or herself at the same time on the bottom of the deep blue sea. From above, this place radiates in sparkling blue...
The St. Bernhard-Dachshund
Bella, the female St. Bernhard who belonged to the vigilius owners, often played with the children of guests currently visiting the mountain resort, a pastime which included generous amounts of jumping around along with stretching her legs out long while letting herself be scratched. Whenever she was not playing, she enjoyed a certain predilection for extended walks, with others or even alone.
One day, as Bella's yearn for hiking was somewhat more hormone-inspired than usual, the...
why vigilius exists
Ever since my childhood I have known the “Vigiljoch”. I can remember well the mountain hotel Vigiljoch that was then in operation and I found it to be something very special. I was never in the hotel, but I know that I always had a great respect for the place. What went on in there anyway? As a child it was all so very mysterious. I was convinced that only people from far, far away could live here.
As a teenager, I looked at the hotel with different eyes. In my rebellious years it...
Once upon a time there was an owl who lived all on his own in a cable car pylon. He was 25 months old and wished for nothing more than a female owl to share the cable car pylon and of course life with him.
But the owl was in fact a strange owl as he had a bit of a problem, which was that he couldn’t take two steps. He simply didn’t dare take the two steps that he would have to walk though to broaden his horizon and maybe spot his desired female owl. To overcome his two steps phobia he...
The spaces in-between
Adda is the only passenger, it’s the afternoon and raining. There used to be 39 metal posts, it says on a poster at the bottom station. The trip up the mountain was a trip to freedom. Today it’s just four. Its charm has been preserved, it says.
The late summer rain pelts against the gondola’s window panes, the valley soon lies under the blanket of fog, the trees hang rather than stand on the rocks, hugging the blocks with their roots. Adda pushes her middle fingers against her ears,...
Like No Where Else in the World
The cleaning lady paused for a second as she found, while tidying up Room 218, a piece of paper, apparently thrown away, that had been covered in colourful writing. Every word had been written carefully in a different colour - red, blue, yellow, orange and brown - as though by a grade school child. She read: "No where else in the world does it smell so good as on the Vigiljoch." The cleaning lady picked up the note and saw that it had been written on the backside as well:
The Extraordinary Sled Ride
“Grandpa!” Hannah shouts loudly so that her grandfather could hear her with his hearing aid and pokes him in the back. “Grandpa, when are we finally going to go sledding? You promised!”
“You don't need to yell at me; I'm not deaf,” counters Grandpa, holding his hand over the ear with the hearing aid. “Now look out of the window. Can't you see that it is snowing like crazy out there? I'm afraid that today it just won't work.”
“A promise is a promise,” complains Hannah, even though she...