Crushed, suffocated, suppressed. Friends vanish, lost in the surging sea of starving children. Enclosed in barriers no-one dares stray out of, afraid of calling to your loved ones for fear of being hushed. You can’t turn back because the masses drag you on, push you forward and you don’t look back. Not for one second does a single one of us think of giving up or trying to step out, we all strive as one with one thought in common: forward.
Arrived at the end of the struggle, into the light at last you turn back and smile as your friends come back to you after having made it through; and in the warm hall you can finally sit down to eat your well deserved meal.
And this, my friends, is why you should never serve chips in a french canteen.