In a recent famine, the price of a sack of flour exceeded $1,500, until even a single kilogram became a dream worth more than $40.
Back then, the smell of bread was an illusion, and a handful of flour was worth more than a man’s lifetime.
Today, along a side road, sacks of flour are piled up, priced at no more than fifteen dollars each.
A cruel irony… a scandal beyond words.
How many were martyred while running just to eat?
How many little girls fell asleep orphaned, waiting for a father who returned as a handful of remains?
How many young men were devoured by dogs at the traps of death?
Flour is still expensive…
Not in price, but in the lives paid for it.
And the question continues to haunt us with heavy fear:
Do we store food… so we won’t starve again?
