The little old lady has a double burden. She has to find firewood for a winter’s evening and she also has to pay taxes. Perhaps there is a fiscal crisis so that the treasury van can no longer move forward under its own power. She has to drag it along as well as pushing her bundle of firewood. She is making progress, but she is bent over by the effort. And she has no control over the treasury van. Perhaps she will reach appoint where the van moves forward and crushes her. She is in a very vulnerable position, but she is doing her best. The neighbourhood is poor as one can see from the gaps in the plaster in the buildings. It is also deserted, so there is no-one to help the lady in her struggle. It is hard to imagine her arriving at a destination where she can be warm and comfortable. Her state now represents the state of her life. Poverty isolates and there is no escape from it.