But this is just what happened to Nando that night, when the intensity of his vision made him wake us up. He, without a doubt one of the most pragmatic members of the group, says that amid the cold and the darkness of the fuselage, he had suddenly felt an inexplicable rush of pure joy. He no longer felt cold; it seemed to him that he was bathed in a warm, golden light, and right then he was completely positive that he was going to survive. That was when he felt utterly compelled to share his certainty.