enid doesn’t know how unlucky she is, boy. molvania is actually very warm for january, like the rest of the world.for the first time anyone can remember, there hasn’t been snow at new year. (is global warming really so bad? sometimes enid wonders.)
but the long sad drive from the airport, along the only motorway in the country, is even more depressing in the grey sludge-light than it would have been if it were lightened by snow. the soviet apartment blocks look more depressing, the ladas look more beaten up, the countryside looks older and flatter.
if it weren’t for missing the dogs so much, enid would find it unbearable to be back.