Dear Kole and Stane,
There's no water. We haul it from across the city.
![A man hauls water containers while daydreaming about beer.](/public/img/letter-01/01.png)
Shells keep falling. We've perfected our rescue techniques.
![A mouse swoops into a hole in the wall while dragging a man clinging to its tail.](/public/img/letter-01/02.png)
Many intersections still have to be crossed running. Traffic lights are replaced with warning signs.
Caution sniper!
![People running across a street, passing by a](/public/img/letter-01/03.png)
Almost all of the trees in the city were cut down for firewood last winter. There's only a few left. I saw one of them (a small birch tree) near the faculty of veterinary medicine. There was a sign on it:
If you cut this birch down, it will be the last one you'll ever cut.
![The last tree left standing in the park, a small birch with a sign](/public/img/letter-01/04.png)