January was the bleakest month, with only a few hours of daylight each day. Johann hadn’t realized how much a human needed the sun until it no longer shone. Shivering had become his normal condition and like everyone else he yearned for summer to arrive.
He celebrated his fifth anniversary in captivity hacking away at the ice of the frozen river, shivering like aspen leaves. That goddamn icy wind cut through Johann’s clothing and scorched his skin.
celebratedHis fingers had turned numb hours ago, but there was no stopping or pausing. The work detail had been assigned to hack the ice away and take out the rafts. The river was the main means of transportation for both the village people and the camp, and logistics had to be kept flowing at all costs – otherwise everyone up here would soon
