Sitting in a cramped cart, Lina Vilkas is surrounded by a countless number of families that have also been deported. The cart feels small from the countless number of people stuffed inside of it, and everyone looks miserable. Lina herself is wrapped up in her jacket as her mother holds their youngest son, Jonas, close to her, her own jacket wrapped around him to shield him from the cold. Her mother looks tired and weak, but she does not complain as she continues to comfort her son.