"Theres nothing but snow!"

Martin yelled, furious!

The street was covered in snow up too second floor.

"Nothing!" He yelled again.
"I'm sure its here, we shopped here almost daily. I just don't understand" I told him.
"Hostia! Its properly under all this boludo snow!!!" As he yelled at me he crouched down and threw the snow in his vicinity all around.

A couple of icicles broke off a building and fell down into the street.

"Maybe i have a bad sense of direction?"
"Vete a la chingada!" Martin yelled. He was getting mad, hopefully it was the cold.

He began walking down the street again.