I grew up with stories of starvation at home. Both my parents somehow survived, only just, this horrible fate during the Second World War. My mother was in Stalingrad and my father in a concentration camp in Poland, suffering from that slow and agonizing process of wasting away. Their stories, and those of others who did not survive, exposed me from a young age to this type of cruelty, which one group of human beings is capable of inflicting on another at times of war and conflict. Tragically for humanity, we have completely failed to eradicate it.