The whole world passed in front of my eyes. The whole world? Not quite. I was still missing this frozen realm called Antarctica I experienced 3 weeks ago. On board of the legendary icebreaker Kapitan Khlebnikov. You may ask yourself what is so unique about a travel to Antarctica? Google the word and you are overwhelmed by offers to the Peninsula. At the end of October I returned home from a travel to Tibet. I got an invitation to join a 12 days expedition to Antarctica. Reading more about it I stumbled over the Emperor Penguins. Guess how many ships get you to see the Emperors? ONE. It took me 15 minutes to decide. After 3 weeks I was watching the pancake ice of the Antarctic Weddell Sea glowing in the sunset. On board of the Kapitan Khlebnikov. Before this journey I was sure to have reached the climax of my experience after I had plunged into the marvels of the Tibetan Culture. I was wrong. The simplicity of ice surpasses every peak and every world heritage site I have ever seen. Ice is not ice. It transforms itself from the fragile pancake ice to the impressive icebergs of hundred meters height. It changes its color from white to blue and flaming red when the sun sinks into the frozen sea. And when I thought it couldn’t get better the miracle of life emerged out of the ice: the Emperor Penguins. In the life threatening desert of the Atka Bay penguins would waddle and tobogganing to and from the sea. During the lifeless Antarctic winter they are the only ones to breed their eggs. With their sovereign attitude towards life they leave a deep respect to any visitor.