Tragedy

"Excuse me, do you have anything to eat?"

"Could you let this child have something to eat?"

"She hasn't eaten in four days..."

"Please."

"I'm begging you."

A middle-aged woman led a twelve- or thirteen-year-old girl through the corridor, pleading for handouts.

But everyone remained silent.

Either they had no food, or they did not want to take it out.

In an environment like this, no one was wrong.

The middle-aged woman's face was weathered by hardship. Her fair skin had long been stained with the makeup of war, and her deep-set eyes carried a desperate plea...