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The Way of the Cross
But no one pays any attention to them.
Neither do the horses pay attention.
They stumble upon people.
In the peasant huts occupied as relief points bread is taken in at the back door, cut up there, and handed out from a little window in the front.
So from morning to night bread flows in an uninterrupted stream.
Sentries keep the order of those who are waiting for bread.
In front of the bread windows range endless ranks of fugitives.
Thousands and thousands of people.
One person moves an inch, another person moves an inch, and from the midst is heard wails.
—You're suffocating me! Oh, suffocating.
People fall unconscious.
Here indeed only the stronger can stand the strain.
