A warmly wrapped child sits by the old creaky table, on a broken chair, in a pile of old and torn clothes, and picks up breadcrumbs with his tiny fingers, swallowing them greedily. Not a single crumb must fall down. They are worth their weight in gold! She sniffs her piece of bread, then puts it to her cheek, as if she had never tasted anything more delicious than bread. And so it is, only instant soup from the store is tastier than bread. But it is expensive - it costs 70 tetri!