The air has grown cold… and winter is approaching. I sit here in the tent, feeling the harshness of the cold seeping into everything around me, as if it enters my soul before my body. Fear fills my heart… not just of the cold, but of the days to come, of the rain that will inevitably arrive, and of the tent we are in, fragile… it will not protect us, that the water could overwhelm us, and we might drown within its fragility, and that each passing moment will only increase our suffering here.🥺💔