“I saw at the baker’s a heart made of bread, big, hot and fragrant and I thought: “If I had a heart of bread, how many children could eat? For you, my friend, who are hungry, for you a mouthful of my heart’s bread. And for you, and for you, and for you.” It’s not enough to say “I love you.” to a child who’s hungry and scared. It’s not enough to say “poor mite” if you see a child in tears. If my heart was made of bread, how many children could eat! And you who are in command, what’s keeping you back, why don’t you make bombs of bread? At the end of the battle each soldier joyfully would take back home a basket of golden bombs fragrant and crusty. But this is a dream, and my hungry friend is still in tears. If only my heart was made of bread!”
A Heart Made of Bread
by Anna Soldi – an 11-year-old from Italy
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