I remember living in a cabin, off in the cold winter of Russia. Food and water were well low on supply. Gradually, it diminished to only a bowl of soup on the table in the cabin. But, something happened. As vivid as a replayed moment in one of those shooter-games, the bowl of soup. . . it fell off the table. I had to survive in that cabin, with NO food, and water from the melted snow, for three months. Three GODDAMN months. . .