On the way to a mountain in winter, I went behind and traveled with my team lost.

To make matters worse, heavy rains began. The wind blew, and the wail of damaged forests, such as pain. And so the sky was cloudy, the night came several hours earlier than usual. Cold and afraid, I was shaking. All I could do was mourn for help, but no help came. The night grew darker, the wind is more difficult and heavy downpour. I ate my last piece of pie eating, a little. Completely desperate, do not expect miracles, but to death. Suddenly, thunder woke me up.

A storm was really there, but I was thankful that I was a nightmare.