Barbed wire and something to drink

Its like when you see this _huge_ brick of stone moved there by last iceage. It just is there. Or like when you drive snowmobile trough huge powdersnow drift and snow be dusty on your face and melts right away in to water. Love all this how it happens to be. And life is nothing but chopping wood and carrying water. What is still doing here with all this things? Working like a dog free as a reindeer. Been making a reseach about concentration camp's in Lapland Finland during second world war. Back in the day's think life was nothing because some want everything. Tell something new huh?