[Kharkiv]
Queues for
bread. Erika and I walked along about a hundred ragged
pale people. Militiaman
came out of shop whose windows had been battered in and were covered with wood and
said:
“There is no
bread today.”
Shouts angry peasants also there.
“But
citizens, there is no bread.”
“How long here?” I asked a man. “Two days.”