Groaning of items clattering continuously sounded from outside. Sound was the only sense I could rely on. My fingers were blue and brittle with hardly any feeling in them. I clenched them, trying to get back any feeling. The soft blankets engulfed me as I fluttered my eyes close, trying to fall asleep in the unbearable cold. Falling asleep was impossible, haunted by nightmares of dying of hypothermia and people who were blown away by a powerful wind to their deaths. Just a week ago, I never knew what snow was. Living in a tropical country, no one was prepared for a sudden snowstorm to hit. The whole scenery turned a frightening white.

Back to my situation, I knew I had to get up. It was almost time to collect a bowl of porridge that was given every morning by the military. It reminded me of the war times written in history books. I never thought I would ever face...