Hunger, cold, tiredness... But that is not all! Another curse of all tramps and the homeless as a whole is louses. They don't let have a rest even when you have an opportunity. So as soon as the sun started laying its claim and at noon the snow began to thaw in the sun I launched a tug of war against that curse. I used to choose a snowbank at the foot of a big pine tree, trample down a niche and strip to the buff. Then I started hunting. On the first day there were 312 victims, on the second 238, on the third 112. From then on it became a rule, if the weather allowed I never skipped the procedure.