It was at the beginning of the 90's. The Berlin wall wasn't there anymore. The Russians were gone. The cold war melted everywhere because of lack of enemies but it was colder for us than ever before. There was no electric power, no medicines, no soap, and no soup.

There were ten million hungry people; ten million people who held together irrationally to their principles and beliefs. And there was cabbage for breakfast, for lunch and for dinner. Cabbage juice, cabbage fritters, cabbage salad, cabbage stews, cabbage stuffed with cabbage, cabbage marmalade and even cabbage steaks.

Enduring a cabbage diet, its complementary stomach pain and scarcity was better than humiliation, than licking the ax of the executioner. It was not a dictator who kept us together. It was pride and above all, it was the executioner's fault.
God acts in mysterious ways. His bread has mysterious shapes.

Augusto Bordelois