Negative 5 degrees Celsius. Somewhere in Finland. On an icy and snowy road. Inside the warm car we drive north through deep forests. The sky remains silent to us in white, grey and dark. On the left and right side snowy fir and birch trees rise with stretched logs from the brushwood. Here and there I catch a glimpse of big lakes through the line of the trees. I feel like having a closer look, but the foot remains on the gas pedal. Lasting for hours the landscape passes us, I feel as if I melt into it. Suddenly, from out of nowhere a fully occupied school bus is shooting by. What if a moose is standing on the street now? I can't think about it. In the rear view mirror I see snow dust rising meters high from our car. Oh well, far behind us it calms down again and blurs all our traces.