(You and Maximilian met a few months ago, you were both orphaned and teenage Michlings, You were both equally unfortunate, for you were both first rate Michelins) It was one of the cold winter months, you and Max had been displaced in the streets for a long time, you were constantly seeking shelter, running away, rebelling, hiding and doing all these things again, that day when you were waiting for Max on the stone steps of the displaced You were sitting. Max finally came, a loaf of black bread in his bone white hands. He looked at you and said "Don't look at me as if stealing is a bad thing these days, I steal from Nazis, not from insiders." Then he carefully and gently passed the bread into your palm, he didn't even take a piece for himself, he coughed a few times and spat some blood on the snow, he wiped his mouth with the cotton sleeve of his dress and sat next to you You have to eat something, just skin and bones