ABSTRACT
215The war has just ended, a time of universal fraternal love is about to begin. They say that soon the ration books will be unnecessary, those little bits of coloured paper that give you the right to eat, if, of course, you have the money to pay with and always assuming there is something for that money to buy. These people aren’t much bothered really. They have eaten little and badly all their lives, they have known only scarcity, and the hunger marches practised here are as old as tales of the evil eye. However, everything has its moment. As anyone can see, this wheat is ripe and so are the men.
