María J.: Spanish
Chile, Santiago

Bueno, el frío más grande que he tenido ha sido una vez que nos fuimos a la playa con Matías mi pololo nos fuimos de "camping" primero salía a la playa y el viento era fuerte, la carpa se rompían los palos, corría el viento, no había fogata, no había nada. No había donde calentar agua, no había fogata, todo era horrible, y yo me sentaba arriba de la carpa que se volaba me metí entre el saco y lo único que quería era mi cama, no tenía mi cama ... volver a mi casa y alejarme de ese frío inmenso que me, se te mete por el cuerpo, o sea no. . . era frío, frío, llorar, quería volver a mi casa.

María J.: English
Chile, Santiago

Well, the coldest I've ever been was once when we went to the beach with Matias my boyfriend we went camping first I went out to the beach and the wind was very strong, the tent's stakes were breaking, the wind was gusting, there wasn't a fire, there wasn't anything. There wasn't anywhere to heat the water, there wasn't a fire, it was all terrible, and I sat on top of the tent which was flying, I got into my sleeping bag and the only thing I wanted was my bed, I didn't have my bed . . . to go home and get away from that immense cold that enters my, enters into your body, I mean no. . .it was cold, cold, to cry, I wanted to go back home.