Culture

16th of October

The idea of not making so much noise must have past their mind at some point in their life. Maybe they sat down and gave it a lot of thought, really dug deep in the idea of not shouting everything they felt obligated to share with others. Maybe they had long philosophic discussion in to the late night about maybe we were created to use our quite voice a bit more, and the biological structure of the lungs might be dimensioned to not make the entire block aware of your current position. There were a few of the kids, "a few" in this context meaning two or less, who still considered this idea. The rest had concluded that it was stupid.

Earlier in the morning had one of the roosters lost a game of Cat 'n Mouse over the roof and therefor traditionally lost his head. The body was now being spared of all unimportant organs by skilled hands while some less skilled hands belonging to the two recruits eagerly watched. The other chickens who survived the previous game where chuckling around as confused as always, observing with an growing interest of what the humans were doing as the pile of feathers and other uneatable body parts grew bigger. The remains of the losing chicken, let's call him George, were dwindling.

It isn't aloud to take photos of the slaughter of the chicken did I found out. No one really had a good reason, so I started to come up with my own once. It could be about the sanctity of life and even thou we had stripped the soul from the body for the food we should desecrate the procedure by taking silly photos. They seemed to enjoy this argument and nodded in agreement. I came up with a couple of other reasons, everyone followed with agreeing nods and mumbles.
"So which one is it? I just want to know why can't I take pictures?" my will to understand their culture were growing impatient.
"I don't know..." almost whispered the one teaching the others. I gave up and aimed a kick in the direction of the chuckling chickens, who now had started to investigate the pile of remains from George. Apparently didn't it occur to these creatures that this was their former friend, possibly enemy or competitor by the looks of how they treated each other, but still someone of the same species. Cannibalism wasn't culture to me, it was just wrong. I told the owner of the working hands right next to me.

Apparently this was culture as well, from the explanation I got something about the chicken coming from the egg and that there was a rooster doing something funny to the mother chicken. That's why cannibalism was alright, logically, but you may certainly not take any photos. Have some respect for the dead animal. I aimed a last distressed kick at the most curious poultry and left.

An other of the kids had just decided that shutting up was stupid and stated this realization loud and clear to everyone. My smile against this kid, to begin a conversation in a kind and constructive way about screaming not solving anything, must have been misinterpreted as a sign of approval to insight, because he ran of yelling even more and now with a slight skip.