We couldn't move, couldn't speak. Couldn't do a thing but watch...At some point, I turned around to find Kandy quivering. At first I thought she was laughing, then crying. But when we made eye contact, I saw it was neither. Placing my hand on her shoulder, I steered her out the door to the courtyard, where she shuffled through the mounds of snow until she could finally feel the cold. Then she sat on a bench, lit a cigarette, and inhaled deeply as the bolt of culture shock fizzled away.