Prison and peace

Overwhelmed, without having eaten, without a place to sleep, she walks, her foot hits something, "A bill!", she runs to the bakery "Bread, please!", she pays, "It's counterfeit money, madam" says the policeman.

In prison, after dinner, in bed, she smiles, closes her eyes: "thank you" and sleeps feeling peace.

I leave you with my participation, it has been a real pleasure. Thank you very much and success to all of you. See you soon.