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  • They both came in the house. One of them, Candy, said hello and started telling me about how they had been going up and down Barcelona during the whole day and they hadn’t eaten anything. They were exhausted. The other one, Tricia, didn’t even say hi or look at me when she walked by.

    Tricia went to the balcony, left her towel and went straight to the kitchen. She came back in no time at all. She had a Tupperware between her hands. Half of it was full of food. A fork in her right hand. She was eating non-stop. She was eating so fast that her mouth didn’t have time to chew the food before the fork was in it again with more food. The fork went so fast from the Tupperware to her mouth that some of the food was falling down: some back to the Tupperware, some on the sofa. As I was seeing it from behind the laptop I couldn’t stop thinking: “Yuk. It’s so disgusting! So disrespectful! Poor food!”

    I went to the kitchen for a glass of water. Candy was there looking for the Tupperware and the food. “Do you know where the Tupperware is?” I told her I thought Tricia had it in the dining room. “Ok, thank you!” She went to the toilet and I went back to my laptop in the dining room. I kept working behind my laptop trying not to see the piggy show.

    Candy came into the dining room and saw the show. “Hey!” She said half angry, half disgusted. “What? -she asked- You know we haven’t eaten during the whole day. I’m terribly hungry!” Candy snorted and looked at me. I told her I was cooking some soup and that she could eat half of it when it was ready.

    I just couldn’t believe it.

    My next image was a memory of Morocco. One of the times I had been there in summer I had spent a month with a very poor family. Some days we only had boiled water with mint and something to eat at night, maybe a fruit. Once we had a dish of spaghetti for 7 people. I said I wasn’t hungry and I wanted to give my part to the little girl of the family. But no one touched my part, not even the little girl. “It’s your part –the mother said- and no one is going to eat it. We keep it until you are hungry. Eat it when you feel like it.” I ate my food.

    I couldn’t stop thinking of that family, of their hospitality and their kindness. And seeing this piggy show made me sick. Very sick. Tricia knew her friend hadn’t eaten anything during the whole day either. They are friends. Best friends, they said. And she can’t give half of her food to her friend?? If you cannot share something as basic as food… what kind of person are you?
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