Weeks passed from the last dead, but it's about 2 weeks that we don't eat and the soldiers were starving...
The snow is blocking the path...
They called me saying that Pietro was starved to death...
One by one we died by starvation... we came in 6412, then we were 4731... the hunger killed lots of peoples and I had to do 341 travels to bring them home.
I always suffer for them... but there were nothing that I could do for them other than bring them home once dead, is my order.
Noone talked with others and it hurts to be ignored, but in the war the peoples needs more silence to think then talk...
There is just a person that does not ignores me, but he seems scared of me... I didn't know why, I should have asked him that day...
