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The Loaf Of Bread

During the Second World War, people were panicking everywhere in the world.  And of all continents, Asia was one of the most devastated in the history of wars.

  So many people in Asia were victims of slavery.  Most of them are women.  They were victims of molestation and rape.  The worst of all, slitting them in their necks or being stabbed so deep between their breasts after being disrespected.

  The story of the loaf of bread started not in China or anywhere else in the North, but in the Far East -- the place called "Pearl Of The Orient."  Pearl of the East, as it is sometimes called, is situated north of Borneo and south of Japan, east by the Pacific ocean and west by the China sea.  The map itself shows a shape of a human form.

  Many people who have lived in the Pearl country had a hard time during the Second War.  One loaf of bread is equivalent to one family's meal of six, or even ten.  The scarcity of bread during  those times is not caused by the insufficiency of flour or yeast.  Salt, as an ingredient, is not supposed to be the problem too.  Only that salt was used for other purposes.  

  One loaf of bread is the prize of winning the lives of one whole family in hunger and danger.  In different ordeals that almost all captured families were going through back then, if you don't have a loaf of bread then you have to earn it.  Otherwise, every single member of the family dies.  Many times a loaf of bread is placed on top of the head of the man of the family for shooting. And sometimes a loaf of bread is used for marinating human flesh.  If you don't know the exact number of slices in the loaf of bread that you are holding, your life is in danger too.

  The loaf of bread is the story of a country's downfall for defending its land from invaders.  The loaf of bread is not just food, but life for a loaf of freedom and justice.

Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2022

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