Right in the middle of the forest there were tables – no awning, no shed, just a table like this one. I remember having breakfast in the morning – those who were leaving for the station were the first ones to have breakfast. It was almost October.. They give you a tin mug of coffee, you put it on the table - and the table is a bit tilted to one side and it's covered with ice – and my coffee slides away and topples over. “Give me another one,”- I say. This time I hold it on the table for a while, and the icy surface melts a bit – and my mug stands still. That was fun!