Horse meat, would you eat it?
I have been horse crazy ever since I can remember. When I turned six I was finally allowed to take pony riding lessons. In my early teens I saw a documentary on horse slaughter. I still have the images tattooed in my memory. Horses tight to each other and then shot one after another, horses walking up a ramp into the house of death, dreadful transport to a slaughter house on a boat, half dead trampling over each other, broken legs and dead horses. Those memories I have not been able to erase. So being the wimp that I am, I do not want to add new tattoos to my memory. My imagination is vivid enough and can see without my eyes having to witness it. Read more













