Also at this side of the village, the street ended. Halfway there is a small road, being the exit to the outside world. In the meantime it's 12h30 and thanks to my village explorations and to this writing job, I have been able to fill up the time. A train passes by. What a pleasant distraction.
Nobody gets off and nobody gets in.
The train disappears and I am alone again with the wind, howling around my shelter.