In the small dark room, I felt the real hunger.

There was only one meal a day, a loaf of bread so dry that it turned to powder when I touched it, a glass of water, and no more.

When I got out, my legs were trembling like candles in the wind. I thought things would improve when I got out, but the facts told me they didn't.

Slaves still targeted me in prison, and my food was still withheld.

was supported by the chocolate and glucose ...