There's a lot of bread on that table.

Schweinfurt, Germany, about 1946. My Dad's twin, Jonė—on the right—joins fellow scouts for a meal at the Displaced Persons camp. Recall Jonė's mother, Tatjana, had complained about the lack of bread elsewhere in postwar Germany.

UPDATE: I earlier misstated Jonė's position at the table. Thanks to commenter Meade for catching the error.