I’m going for a walk with my pig

I have two pigs. I used to have dogs. When I didn’t have any more and started to think about which one I could save from all the millions in the world, a friend came to me and said I could save two animals that no longer need from the butcher. I did that too. Without asking what kind of animals they were, which was rather careless of me, because it could have been two huge bulls, but it turned out that they were two pigs. „That works,“ I thought to myself. That’s why they moved in with me. With great enthusiasm they examined the entire garden, which from now on would be their refuge. They had never before been able to romp around, play, rummage and enjoy life, because until they moved to my garden they had lived in a closed stable with a slatted concrete floor over their own excrement, crammed between many conspecifics.

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You crept into my heart

Actually, I’m the prince in the house. Not from the start, of course. When you come to your owners as a small puppy, the first thing to do is to sound out the situation. Smart dogs do that, and with all modesty, I can count myself to this breed. Not like others who storm into the house with over-zeal and impertinence and take possession of everything. People don’t like it that much. A puppy is looked after a lot, but something sticks in the memory. I, for my part, acted shyly.

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Unexpacted

I sat there for hours and my thoughts went round and round. I absolutely had to finish. The appointment hung over my neck like a sword of Damocles. “Where does the expression ’sword of Damocles‘ come from?” Suddenly crossed my mind, and I immediately went to look it up. At least I had the impression that I was doing something. But who am I kidding? Myself. Always just myself. Pretended this was important now. But it wasn’t. What mattered was the work that was about to be finished, and I couldn’t move a step. I felt like a dog chasing its tail, and it sat down in front of me and whined. I looked furtively at the clock. He wanted out, move. Of course, it was high time. “Yes, we’ll go in a moment,” I said soothingly, but half-heartedly, “I’ll just finish this off quickly, then we’ll go. You have to understand that!”

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Go to Work!

„You can work something!“ Or „They haven’t worked a day!“ I hear such and similar sayings at every demo or protest. Apart from the fact that none of those who puff themselves up, perhaps sitting casually in the coffee house or going on a nice day of shopping, knows what who of us is doing, it seems to be a foregone conclusion that one does not have to comply with this request when one drinking coffee or shopping. You know from yourself that you can recover from a strenuous work week with these activities and, above all, support the economy. Working and consuming are the cornerstones of our capitalist system. Anyone who disobeys, even prevents the poor, intimidated consumers from indulging in their well-deserved spending craze at a demo, cannot hack anything themselves.

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Pisces suffer unheard

Tim walked past the mill pond every day when he went home from school. Not exactly, to be completely honest. Rather, he took a detour of about ten minutes to visit his friend. He had called it Red because it was a rudd, a small fish with distinctive features. It may seem strange, but Tim, at just ten years old, had a keen sense for nature. He felt deeply connected to her. Most people probably don’t put that down until later in life. In any case, Tim was still able to simply perceive nature as it was, without making any claims. So long ago he had made it a habit to linger on the jetty for a while and watch the water. One day something happened that few people were allowed to experience, but most people would not have had the patience or the lack of intention either.

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The Moth Trap or The Not Perfect World

Reply to an open letter from a self-confessed carnivore to the hypocritical vegans

Dear Mr. Carnivore!
Thank you for your very illuminating letter. It fertilizes the intercultural discourse between carnivores and vegans, knowing how the other person thinks and above all how he argues. Furthermore, it is clear that there is still a great deal of ignorance or non-knowledge-wanting, and that ignorance or non-knowledge-wanting is far beyond knowledge. The first crude misunderstanding that makes it difficult to deal with each other is the belief that vegans have something like a moral code that they all have to follow, one from the outside, as we say. of religious communities or dictatorial parties. It is interesting to see how the previous experiences of others are once again imposed on others, above all the hierarchical, paternalistic thinking that between vegans do not exist and cannot exist at all. And for a very important reason, to anyone who is still unfamiliar, written in the studbook.

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The Mote Trap or The Serious Ethical Violations of Vegans

An open letter from a self-confessed carnivore to the hypocritical vegans

Dear Ladies and Gentlemen from Vegania!

Again and again you try to make me feel guilty because I eat meat. I eat only very little, at most once a day. And then only the neighbor farmer, who caresses it lovingly to death. I know that, I was there, so to speak. Please, I live in the city and the neighboring farmer is in Argentina, but in the sense of globalization and worldwide tolerance we are all neighbors. Now you’re going to become nationalist, your hypocritical pack, racist, probably. Again, a moral flaw. And he strokes his animals lovingly to death, as mentioned. I saw that myself, so to speak. He told me. I cannot speak Brazilian, but that must have been the thing he said. But I do not need to mention all that, because the real hypocrites are you. No animals may be killed for you, but I’ve seen it with my own eyes, with those in my face. And you do not let kill, you kill yourself. I saw that, so that’s what happened. I visited one of you with my dear wife. And as I look around, I discover it. At first, I was so shocked that I did not dare to look. So hypocritical and tokenistic. Even writing it down is difficult for me. You should see my hands shaking with rage and shame.

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Vegan Means Saying Yes to Life (6)

“I think that’s the crux of the matter,” said Zoe, “How can I get people to see the suffering and the other consequences of their actions without being immediately distracted by other things such as the loss of the hierarchical order or of one’s own accustomed lifestyle? How can I touch people?“
„Why is it connected with the loss of the hierarchical order?“, Liv interjected.
“Imagine if we would actually give our non-human fellow creatures the freedom they are entitled to, that is, to shape their own lives,” Zoe replied, “Then that would mean that people would have to quickly recognize that they are other species not dependent on us. You can do this very well without us. Without this dependency, however, we would no longer have power and as long as we live in a society in which it is self-evident that power is something worth striving for, one will not want to accept this loss. Some lead countries, other corporations, still others believe that they have to exercise their power over women and children and those who do not have all these opportunities have animals. „

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Vegan means Saying yes to Life (5)

Liv was already feeling a little queasy when they approached the front door after what was rumored in town about this Zoe. Of course, people liked to tell a lot, whether it was true or not, but there had to be something to it. Her father rang the bell vigorously and a few minutes later a woman stood across from them. She was dressed all in black and her short, cut dark hair stuck out from her head. On her t-shirt it said “Life Liberation League”.
„Hello!“, She said smiling after she had let her gaze wander over the small group, „What can I do for you?“
“Hello!”, Liv’s father replied, “I would like to introduce ourselves first. My daughter Liv, our dog Nanna and our newcomer Runa.” With that he pointed to the little baby who slept blissfully in Liv’s arms. “And my name is Hector. We came because we don’t know anyone else who can help us.“

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Vegan Means Saying Yes to Life (4)

So, Liv contented herself with the side dishes. She glanced furtively at the plates of the others who were eating tirelessly. Admittedly, as Liv had done the day before, but when she saw the flesh, it turned into a living being before her eyes that did not want to die, heard the screams of pain and abandonment, fear and of terror, saw the terrified eyes before her. Imprisoned for life, completely innocent. And above all, why didn’t the others see it? Was she the only one who could see? It was as if she were the only one who had awakened and everyone else was still asleep, a sleep in which suffering and misery and terror are ignored and which they call life.

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