February, the 12th

We took the rural road 42 which, I hoped, was the first one which would lead us to a good farm. Yet, I have driven slowly, just 60 miles in the whole day, because of fallen trees and stuff like rocks getting in the way. And something which really made me feel like sad.

There was a red baby carriage? in the middle of the road... I don't know who or why left it there... A baby corpse was inside, so we had to stop for the funeral service.

Afterwards we found shelter inside a house where we are spending the night. It is, as everything else, very dirty; yet it still has a working chimney.


Yeah, like that's high tech.