Saturday 19 March 2016

I am not a vegetarian.

Let me just start this post with how much I love meat. When I came to Spain for the first time I got so obsessed with "jamón ibérico" - awesomely delicious Spanish cured ham, - that my friends actually gave me a nickname "ham". That`s weird, right? 
Childhood. In my family we used to eat meat three times a day. Just to give you an idea of a daily menu - a sandwitch with smoked meat or chicken pate for breakfast, chicken fillet with salad/ fries for lunch and some good sausages for dinner. Loved it and never questioned it.

And now let me continue to the fact that I don`t really like animals that much (sorry!). I think pandas and koalas are cute and cuddly, lovely to watch them, nothing more. Never had a pet since my mom was a cleaning freak and considered our flat inappropriate for a dog or a cat. A bit of a shame, but not a big deal.

When I was young in my country nobody was really a vegetarian. We thought it was unhealthy. For the first time I came across somebody vegetarian was a new classmate, who impressed everyone with fresh and sometimes rebellious views and behaviours when she decided to stop eating meat suddenly. When I look back it seems so strange that I was not interested in her point of view.

Then I moved to the UK where many more veggies crossed my path,  quite a few of them good mates. And now it seems so long ago when I was asking them why they were vegetarians (many from a very young age) and them responding something about animal suffering or blablabla - I don`t ever remember. To be honest it all seemed irrelevant to me then. What I knew was that meat was tasty, healthy and necessary.

My dad though stopped eating certain meat products at some point as he said that it was immoral to eat the meat of mammals since we are the same, unlike poultry or fish. He just came up with it so out of the blue, and me and my mom were laughing at him and accused him of creating more work for her when cooking.

So as you can see me eating animals represents a long story of joking and lack of curiosity. As many others I just did not want to know where meat was coming from. I refused it consciously because I was afraid that I may have to change.

But then a friend of mine kept talking me into reading this book, which really shocked me and made me feel repulsed by people and meat. As you may have imagined I have been avoiding popular (or maybe not so popular) videos, documentaries and other infos that I was offered to understand more about the meat industry. So I knew that things were bad, but that bad?!

I only want to mention a few facts that personally surprised (or rather shocked) me:

Chickens and turkeys are being fed antibiotics daily. This produces resistancy to antibiotics in humans. So maybe next pandemic desease will be impossible to fight

Animals being constantly tortured and slaughtered incorrectly (factory environment and machines often fail) - skinned and de-legged whilst still alive/conscious!

The meat industry is so enormous that contributes massively to the climate change and the environment pollution

Animals living short lives of suffering in a closed cage deep in their own shit while more shit dropping down from the cages above

What does free range and organic really mean? Organic means no antibiotics and free range that chickens have access to outside. But having a 15 min access per day/ per week also means access....

And so on and so on...

I did know things about changing animal genetics to make them grow faster and make them more fertile, feeding them antibiotics to prevent illnesses, them not being able to move or go outside. And yes, this is about money-sucking and greedy soulless factory farming industry that sees nothing but numbers.

I knew some facts that I saw in the book but I had them hidden deep inside my head - somewhere I never wanted to look. Reading the book helped the puzzle pieces to come together. Unfortunately (yes!), I see the full picture now. And my question is what shall I do? Can I really eat meat after what I have found out!? I feel ashamed. "Food is culture, habit, and identity", and it is complicated to resist your culture, change your habits and re-invent your identity.

I don`t pretend to know much about eating animals or factory farming. I am only at the beginning of the investigation. Also I don`t dare calling myself a vegetarian. Some people say now that being a veggie is almost becoming fashionable, and even though I don`t like to follow trends - this one might be worth it.

The reason for this post is to share some information and reflect on my own journey. When you find out something that affects you - you just cannot stay quiet.

I just suddenly feel a moral obligation to recommend you the book that influenced this post - "Eating animals" by Jonathan Safran Foer. Very good writing and reflection, and interesting facts that I enjoyed and hated discovering.

For now I will go and eat another tofu burger and entertain myself with making home-made hummus and azuki bean paste.

Saturday 9 January 2016

Rage against the machine

They tell me that I should want to buy a flat or a house. They tell me to want to get a driving license finally and to buy a car...to want to go to holiday resorts...to buy expensive clothes...to look feminine and sexy for men to like me...to get a good management job just because I did this useless succeed-in-the-fucking-corporate-world degree...or to want to have that kind of job just because supposedly I am capable of it. They tell me - that would be such a waste if you didn`t. You owe it to yourself, you were always one of the best students. Make your family proud...

Fuck you, I won`t do what you tell me.

Just because...renting a room with my friends in the beautiful Barcelona is romantic.  In winter it would be a cold flat with shaky windows and wind coming through when we are drinking ginger tea, in summer - hot and humid with lots of books and dust on the shelves.

...because I like to walk the pavements of Gaudí for hours, not even taking the metro.

...because going with my mate on a short trip to hike the Pyrenees or  couchsurfing somewhere makes my life so vibrant and authentic. Feels like I am learning.

...because I prefer going to a second hand or vintage store to buy clothes  that had a life and will give me a character and colours.

...because I don`t like showing my skin to anyone apart from the one who makes me feel desire when he touches me with his warm hands.

...because I want to have a small job that leaves me with the energy to feel, love, laugh and WANT after my working day.

...because I don`t want to feel that greed for money and for buying and accumulating crap. Because for me not having much is comfortable and peaceful.

...because I want to sit on a sunny terrace sipping Spanish red wine not worrying about my next promotion.

...because sometimes it`s enough going to go to a free concert on Tuesday night or having a picnic with my friends by the sea on Sunday.

...because I have the right to do what I feel and use or not use my skills the way I want.

Is it too much to ask for people not to judge me and leave me alone?

More importantly, is it too much to ask it from myself and stop judging my own choices?!!