Knowledge is irreversible (2)

It was a long way from the city center to the outskirts and across the fields until they finally stood in front of the said stable. The moon was shining brightly so they could see every detail. They paused for a few moments. Then Rebekka headed straight for the entrance. Carefully she reached for the handle, pushed it down and, to her great surprise, found the door unlocked. Then she waved to Paul, who had stopped in the field and looked as if he did not want to move a step forward. Rebekah was angry. „Who doesn’t dare to come here!“, she thought as she walked over to Paul, roughly grabbed his arm and pulled him behind her. „I don’t dare,“ she growled as she opened the door.


You stole your child from me (2)

My babies!

You laid next to me and I couldn’t do anything for you, neither for you nor for me. “Mom, why are you just lying there and not building a nest for us? Why don’t you play with us? Don’t you love us?”, you seem to be asking. But it’s because I couldn’t help it. But my martyrdom did not begin when you were born, but a long time before that. I was chosen to have babies. All others are slaughtered after 6 months of suffering, but I was allowed to live longer. What a farce!


Animal Welfare – Made in Austria

Anyone who saw the pictures and films of the latest revelation of the VGT was horrified, and rightly so, as I said. One saw mother pigs squeezed into crates and in so-called farrowing boxes. These iron frames are just big enough that the animal caught in them has enough space to stand in them. It touches the neighbor as soon as she lies down. The animals are littered with open spots and ulcers, some of them the size of a child’s head. In addition to the mother pigs, the piglets with their faces cut up as a result of the fight for the teats. Degraded to a teat machine that can’t help but crush the little one when it moves a little. She can’t avoid it. Babies who are dying or have already died, cooped up between shit and their siblings, of course on fully slatted floors. The garbage cans are full of dead piglets. So much for the starting point. Great excitement fell upon the people who saw it. I am now very happy that I can give the all-clear and that we can all pack our horror again. It is not the circumstances that are to blame, but our ignorance.


Dr. Basti Builds Bridges

“There he is, our animal lover”, says the farmer Adolf happily, “Come on, sit down, have a snack with us. The finest bacon from our happy pigs and a schnapps. Do you drink schnapps? A stone pine. Schedule yourself. It’s not like the horrible, spoiled stuff from the supermarket.“ „Thanks for the invitation,“ says Basti, „But I don’t want to make any fuss.“

“Oh, what a circumstance. Whatever you have to be so complicated, you townspeople, but you will also learn,“ says Adolf, „Listen, Alosia, bring another place setting. The graduate eats with us.“

“Yes, really, simple people with us,” says Aloisia as she walks through the kitchen door into the living room with a broad smile, “But that’s an honor. And that when he talks so well about us, the doctor. Not like the others. That’s right Adolf.“

“Well what, you can take it easy,” replies Adolf with conviction. “But Adolf, look what you’re saying,” interjects Aloisia shyly, while she puts the board with the snack in front of the doctor from town.

„We’ll just talk about how we’ve grown up, you have to excuse us,“ explains Adolf.


In The Stable

The full, pale moon lit up the courtyard so that we didn’t need the flashlights for the time being. There was no dog at the door, and no lights were on. However, there was also no car in the driveway. So, we went straight to the stable door. We paused for a moment, but no sound could be heard, except for the wailing of the pigs in the barn. We carefully opened the large gate, which was not locked, just ajar. We pushed one wing open just enough for us to slip through. A breathtaking stench hit us, and I was afraid of passing out. But I pulled myself together. Now was not the time to be weak.


Happy Pigs in Austria

Isn’t it wonderful to see how the pigs, big and small, gallop across the meadow, visit the cow, chat with her. We know it from the yes-of-course piglet. It’s a delight and pigs, especially the little ones, are so cute too. We know the pictures from advertising, and if you search long enough, from reality too. They actually do exist, the pigs, the sweet pink ones, who by now everyone knows that they are intelligent like three-year-old children and are therefore far superior to our domestic dogs. They play and dig and enjoy life. They build nests for the babies and experienced old sows support the young, inexperienced in rearing. And they have a separate area in which they relieve themselves. So much for the idyll. So much for the illusion. Not quite. For 1,500 pigs in Austria this idyll is actually a reality. For 1,500 out of 3,000,000. So it’s 0.05%.


How does it Feel To be A Pig?

„Did you know that Austria is one of the countries with the highest animal welfare and food standards?“, Minister Köstinger, who is responsible for agriculture, regions and tourism, recently claimed in a broadcast. With the pictures of the pigs on fully slatted floors in your head, you have to ask yourself what the conditions are for animals in other countries when you certify that they are extremely well-being in Austria.


A Life full of Suffering

It started on the first day, yes in the first moment of my life, a suffering that only came to an end when I died. I was a pig, just a pig. If I had been born a dog, half the world would have screamed for justice if I had been treated like that, but I was just a pig born to be subjected to six months of martyrdom for me to eat could be. A life. No life actually. From the beginning. But I belonged to someone and people can do what they want with their property, even if a heart beats in that property. It does not matter. Nearly. Dogs are different. Cats too. But not pigs.


Because it has always been like this

We visited a small farm shop near us where the pieces of dead pigs are sold from their own farm. Regional delicacies from animal welfare are offered here, so it is advertised. When you walk in, you see a screen above the counter, where the processed corpses are for sale, on which images run continuously. It shows the yard, the buildings and the shop, the family that runs the yard and the shop. What is particularly eye-catching are two photos in which you can see children playing with a piglet in the straw. What a lying world, because this one little piglet saw the daylight and straw exactly once in his life, namely when the picture was taken. Then it was set back to the others, on the full slatted floor and next to the mom in the crate.