The man stood as dawn broke and looked out over a sea of ramshackle tents. His back ached from sleeping on the hard ground, but what choice did he have? Or any of them for that matter? This was what you had to do. You just got on with it because there would be no sympathy from anyone. You made the choice to come here, to travel, to try and improve your life a little. The sun, barely over the trees that surrounded this temporary living space, like a nylon village, wasn't yet warming. He held his arms around his body, like he had last night, and the night before, and felt a rumble in his stomach. He hadn't eaten since yesterday and even then rations were meagre. How could you think of food...
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