Everything is written as bad at -25, at -40. So, I was eight years old, a small northern village, 7 in the morning, you wake up, in the apartment 13 degrees, behind the window darkness and thunder, a kilometer to school, you turn a blanket and go to the kitchen, in the darkness you turn on the radio, it blows the forecast. Holding your breath, listen, humidity, wind and temperature -50. You smile and go to sleep. Because at -50 school does not work=)