“Please, my dear, have pity on me… I haven’t eaten bread in three days, and I have no money left,” the old woman begged the market seller.
The thin winter wind cut to the bone, curling around the city’s old streets as if reminding them of a time when people here still had warm hearts and honest eyes. Against the gray walls and peeling signs stood an elderly woman whose face was traced with a web of fine wrinkles—as though each line … Read more