This is typically what the inmates' rations of food looked like. Many weren't even lucky enough to get this size or ration or even one at all. This was their life, their everything.
"At that moment in time, all that mattered to me was my daily bowl of soup, my crust of stale bread. The bread, the soup -- those were my entire life." (Wiesel 52)
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