"Gotten it and still not leaving? Don't block the way here; you're holding up the line for others to receive their food."
Holding the slightly moldy potato in his hand, the young man couldn't believe this was his daily ration.
He couldn't help but ask, "Didn't we still have a piece of bread yesterday? How come today there's only one potato? How are we supposed to survive on this?"
The official in charge of handing out food, with disdain, scolded, "Stop wasting words! Why can't you figure it out yourself? If it weren't for you bunch of refugees, the city wouldn't be short of food. Now everyone is suffering hunger because of you. You should be thankful you're getting anything at all, instead of being picky. Now get lost!"
