The crew look like hardened alcoholic's and pitched face criminals. Hardly anything is spoken on the bumpy ride. There's an old abandoned farm town looks like no one lived here since 1987. This is your shelter? There's bean soup and carrots. Water in paper little paper cups. The others all have sleeping bags and blankets, cock stoves and gear. You have nothing. You sleep on the floor of the post office. There's no door and its cold in here. You only sleep little bits at a time and you awake tired out when the trucks come to collect the workers for another shift.