We exist in stasis during the Siberian winter. No water for 2 weeks and a kitchen full of empty 5 litre bottles of mineral water, rapidly running out of heating oil, no toilet, bath, running water of any kind. The ground is frozen and the machines in the yard are frozen in time and only the onset of some future thaw will reveal the damage ... if the tractor gives up, or the car, we are fucked !

The delivery of gravel with which to finish the cottage never arrived. All work on the guesthouse is on hold. Everything is on hold. We monitor the forecast daily in hope of a rise in temperature, just a few degrees would do it. Until then, we just keep warm by the fire, make kindling, survive ...