I buy bread all the time.
The fear lives with me - I'm afraid of runnin out of bread.
What if there's no bread?
That has stayed with me.
We were given half a loaf. I divided it into four chunks. I kept some for the evening and some for work. We were always hungry. Hungry all the time.
So i constantly stock up on bread.
My son says: 'We've got enough bread.'
I know, forgive me.
I can't help it.
That's what remains from the camps.
The fear of having no bread.
No bread.
Jadwiga Malewicz. Ten years for Counter Revelotion
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