We used to hunt, we used to raise them on our own. We used to be really grateful because it was often something rare but rich in nutrition. I talk about meat. We used to teach this our kids. And now we’re buying it at the counter. Even packed in plastic. This just doesn’t feel right you know?

While many people are already used to it, that the act of killing will do someone else, for a very few generations, my father has teached me how to hunt and how to slaughter. TBH I couldn’t do it today.

I feel bad for all the animals that get raised and killed unaware. My grandfather used to raise his gooses with love and ended up killing them anyway. This requires strength & respect. What if we loose this sense, because we rarely get in touch with it?