The soldiers carelessly toss out unmarked bundles and boxes, letting them fall heavily to the ground. They do this while the trucks are in motion, so that when the last bundle is on the ground, the trucks are already vanishing. The first winter is hard. You sleep in holes dug from the ground because there is nothing else. The food left by the soldiers is barely enough to get you through that first terrible season of bitter cold and those winds that roar through the sky on their way to the distant rim.
Every family suffers from hunger and disease.
The very old are soon extinguished and many of the youngest also perish. In the spring, strangers appear from the south. They have only now been able to find you. They tell you are hundreds of miles from the nearest town, and thousands of miles from where you came. The seasons pass.