Passing through the old town today, I saw the baker secretly slip half a loaf of rye bread to someone in line, while he himself went hungry, grinning like a cat that got the fish. Standing across the street, it hit me—they can't take this from us. They can take our money, lock us up, but they can't take away our instinct to care for each other. Tomorrow morning, there'll be free hot soup at our warehouse door, and everyone's welcome. Because we're still alive, we still care, and that's enough to keep them up at night. 🦊✊