alibi

So I watched this movie on line about food, how is grown, packaged, transported and how much is wasted. And why. The food wastage is bothering me, a lot.

I recently succeed an old task of mine, to have a small piece of land and there to grow vegetables. Due to the enthusiasm I ve planted the full variety of what nature is offering. My field became a carnival.

Cucumbers mixed with raspberries, tomatoes with corns, garlic with watermelons and so on. I was adviced to plant as many species as possible in order to see what will grow well and what will not. And so I did.

I occasionally enjoy manual work or even seek for it. Working on the bench with collages was always good for me. Same thing happened in my carnival field. Working hard under the sun can give you all sorts of pains and injuries but at the end of the day there is a feeling which it can only described as satisfaction. The taste of the tomato you grow with your own hands, is the taste of the sweetest tomato in the world.

So is being filmed and documented that from the food grown almost 30-40% is wasted. And not only vegetables and fruits, almost everything. Most of it being dumbed because it does not fit the standards of the super markets. A company that grows and sells bananas is dumping for waste, per day, one full truck of bananas. They may be too long or too short, too thick or too thin. They may have a spot or the curve may be not right. And off they go.

I 've always had this feeling of guilt in the super markets. An endless variety of products from around the planet, super fresh or super frozen are laid out for me. Shrimps and exotic fishes from the oceans, lemons from Chile, wine from France, grapes from Italy, salmon from Sweden, special cheeses and hams, prosciutto's, pasta and anything I can imagine is offered to me, so easily. Vegetables and fruits of all kinds, looking super good and clean and identical like zeros stacked in line. And all people are choosing carefully what they will eat today and tomorrow and have this choice.

They have the choice to choose, which is an amazing fact, to start with.

It may be a civilized world which has technologically improved and therefore today I can buy from my local super market Scottish home made cheese mixed with Tibetan monks prayers and leafs of tricolor papaya but is not the same for all.

People are starving almost everywhere.

And there was always something else which made me feel uncomfortable. I could choose from 20 different types of butter and the same variety of milk, but how milk and butter are made I have no idea. Yes I can buy prosciutto from Tuscany and sun dried tomatoes but I haven’t got a single clue how they are made. Super hard to make products are being offered to me in exchange of money. Paper money. Paper don’t grow, can’t be planted, can’t be cooked.

So I am standing and looking people exchange paper money for food, fresh, delicious, precious food and I am wondering, where does this fucker gets his money to buy his food?

Why don’t they ask me what the fuck have I done to earn money in order to be able to buy these things? A hired killer or a drug lord can buy their prosciutto and their milk from the same place a teacher or a nurse does. Nobody asks anything.

All is offered to you in exchange of money. It doesn’t matter if you are honest, if you are kind or skilled in anything, it does not matter if you are good to yourself or others, as long you have the cash you can buy anything, even if you are a scum, a dirt, a nobody.

“What would you like sir, 20 slices of this roasted cheese,

of course yes you’re right, is delicious.

Can you please tell me a few plays of William Shakespeare?

No? Not a theater man, ok.

The diameter of the earth then?

No, you don’t know, ok, ok, don’t worry.

Can you please tell me how many litters of water are used to make a hamburger?

No? Not even that, ohhh I am sorry.

Next!”

But things doesn’t work this way.

Cash gives you alibi.