It was a hot afternoon in late August. The street near the small park was empty. Outside a warehouse there were boxes and boxes of bread. Someone walking by looked to see what kind of bread it was. Olive loaves, the person said. I am so hungry and my stomach hurts. A young man came out of the warehouse. The person asked: Are these for sale? No, he said, take some. Thanks, the person replied. She put a couple of loaves inside her plastic bag. My dinner for tonight.

She walked towards the big avenue as quickly as possible.

How did the guy in Les Miserables feel, the one who went to jail for a loaf of bread? I don’t want to be poor anymore, the woman thought.


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