This morning, we set out on our journey across the vast landscape towards the north base. It is colder than before. Despite this, I am glad that we have left. I cannot stand to stay in the place where one of my brothers died. Especially when I hold myself responsible to his tragic fate.

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  I talked to Lawrence and Angelo the entire day. There was nothing else to do. I am surely tired after moving and settling down. I believe as if the firewood was misplaced, but I am not going to check. I hope this doesn't cause a problem. I'm much too tired today.