I turned and went along the street giving no look at lit windows; there was no human warmth behind them, only fear and suspicion. The former gives rise to the latter.
At last I saw the thing I was looking for, a stack of straw... Fortunately the straw hasn't caked yet, and as it was loose l I with little difficulties could make a niche where I crept backward, built the entrance with the straw and boosted it with my backpack. The snowstorm was raging outside; it was cold and narrow inside. But the straw proved to be more hospitable than people and I fell asleep.