The unforgiving frozen wasteland has blown in from the north. It is that time of year again.
They time for children and adults to quickly prepare everything they will need for their protection. This inevitable disaster happens every year as supplies run low towawards the end.
This poor village has gone through so much, but no other event has been worse. The bread, soup and water had been completely devoured.
None brave enough to face the raging snow storms, we hunker down praying for the remainder supplies to hold us over.
As the winds begin to die down it has become a chant in our chattering mouthes. "Just a little longer, jjjusst a lit l little longer".