“I am a diabetic and I’m scared I may get this damned disease. What do we eat everyday? Just bread.”

In the last month, twice a week, Mpampis Mpekos wakes up at 3 in the morning. He wears his cloth mask and gets in the car, heading for the centre of Athens. There, a baker gives him the bread that was not sold in the previous days.

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