Food Banks

Food Banks. There is a cloister up north where you can knock on its oak door and get food parcels. The abbot, a stern man, will give you food if you are nicely dressed, have a house, band are briefly out of pockets. If you are really destitute and dressed in rags- often of Roma origin- he will tell you no because your need is self inflicted, but you can, if not too lazy, go to the winter field and dig up roots; he will bless you and say you are god´s children, go to heaven without a trial and sit by the lord´s side. If you are old he will also say no, because you have money under the mattress and only pretend to be poor so you don´t have to spend your own money, but he will bless you before kicking you down hill with gentle smile. Once there were food banks in every town, but now they are hard to find and far away, this because the rich will no longer pay for you extravagance.