Nothing else to eat, really.
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This is the place. Nothing much survives there. A bit of stored grain, no fresh fruit and vegetables.
I remember hearing a massive noise of cats mewing. When I turned round, there was a bicycle with a highrise of tiers of cages. Each one contained a miaowing cat. I don’t think they were off to salvation at some far eastern Battersea.
It was common to see people cleaning dog carcases in rivers. I guess eth salt was necessary to kill pathogens. I had eaten several interesting things but I knew I had eaten dog when I went to the toilet in one restaurant. I had to walk through the food store which consisted of a few sacks of rice and rows of flayed dogs hanging from meat hooks.
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