The fire burned intently in the hearth, a mother coddled a baby in one arm and slowly stirred a simmering pot of soup on the range with the other; eager rosy-cheeked children sat around the simple wooden table, waiting expectantly - suddenly simplified, all was good in the world. A cozy scene indeed, but we shivered in the cold as we pressed our noses harder up against the window pane; onwards transport was vague and the only facilities here were a lonely park b...