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The smell of fish cooking over an open flame was tantalizing .
Food has a language of its own and no-one needs words to eat.
A feast was unraveling before our eyes, the street vendors expertly showing off their skills using baking stones and light spray of various oils in their preparation.
There was no risk of food poisoning as everything was fresh. He saved portions of succulent flesh cooked to perfection for the homeless shelters in the shadow of the wealthy who would never starve thanks to the kindness of one man and his friends.