Arbeit macht frei: - Fredrick Töben

Chapter 22
NO FOOD PROBLEMS!
At Cadell the food problem soon became obvious. A walk around the
1 km track revealed that only the fit walked the walk, sprinted around the
oval, exercised in the Gym with blaring rap music accompanying their
grunting, rode the stationary bike, pottered in the pottery shed or strummed
and drummed their instruments in the music shed, or shadow boxed their
way into the darkness until the PA system advised the time to assemble for
the count.
A cross-section of the 160-odd inmates had a CTC tummy bulge as a result
of eating everything the kitchen offered, and more, and supplementing this
with helpings from the canteen or through the weekly special food
purchase. I soon noticed that the food prepared in the kitchen and taken by
trolleys to the Cell Block and Dormitory inmates was fatally delicious and
plentiful. It came in plastic tubs, like that offered to patients in hospitals –
and, surprisingly to me, these tubs were made in the USA.
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Admittedly, there were those who soon tired of the fare – but is that not the
pattern afflicting restaurants, that the yuppie-parasitic mind does the rounds
because their lifestyle seeks change and newness, and when Sunday turns
into a Monday, it is time to find greener pastures elsewhere? That is what
the ideology of ‘change’ is all about that pretends we can escape the
inevitable humdrum of life, the boredom that comes with impertinent
familiarity.
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