Even now, when the sun is in its highest position, it’s not sufficient for it to rise up over the horizon. The dark period has reached its climax and I now only have three hours a day where there is enough light to enable me to see the landscape in more detail, rather than mere faint silhouettes. The country remains in a sleep-like silence, enveloped by cold and twilight. I draw in a deep, cold breath and stare into the emptiness in front of me - another long night awaits me in this land without sun.

Frame and passepartout are not included!