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The sun shone with the harsh brightness that can only be found on a cold winter morning. A white frost clung tight to the grass and low-lying plants. The cold seemed to muffle the noise of traffic and people scurrying about the city. Pedestrians leaned forward for warmth and their breath rose up in small plumes of pale vapour. The trees stood barren and leafless as if they had been robbed of their most important possessions; which only made everything seem harsher, bleaker, colder. January in Tirana.