Not here, not at home, not at all

Yesterday I realised that there are some things here that cannot be linked to any degree of civilization, they are simply unacceptable7not changeable and that's the way things are.

Remember how I said that mostly we just laugh of all the odd things that happen here on a daily basis just to make it ok? Well some things just cannot become ok; not here, not at home, not all (thank you Paola for this perfect sentence that summarizes my thoughts).

This thought was obviously triggered by something: a peculiar event. 

I was in myoffice yesterday when my colleague (Italian) called me from the other room telling me that "there was something in her desk". Now this sentence may sound like the beginning of a story like Jumanji or Narnia or Harry Potter where a magic portal takes you to another world populated by the weirdest creatures. Nope, this was reality: I got into her office and as I entered the room she started hitting the desk to show me what she meant. After a few seconds we started hearing some scratching sounds from one of the drawers, a very disturbing sound I have to say. So yes there definitely was something INSIDE her desk. How did the thing get there you ask? still a mistery to me. You wanna know the creepiest thing tho? The drawer was LOCKED and we did not have the key. So the animal must have passed from a tiny hole or something.. as I said everything is still a mistery to me.

Anyways we called one of our guys, one who is never scared of catching animals with their hands or disgusting stuff like that. I am not gonna make a big deal out of it, it was just a mouse which was instantly killed by our staff as soon as the drawer was opened (and by killed I mean beated to death). 

Needless to say that this was quite an event in the office since everyone went to the room to assist the slaughtering of the mouse. I found it quite strange tho, these people are quite used to seeing these animals, everyday and everywhere: it should not be a big deal. 

The reason was quite simple: they were happy cause they had fresh MEAT. Yes you heard it: everyone was excited about the mouse because they knew they were gonna get a meal out of it. (Apparently mouse meat is quite tasty).

The staff obviously asked us if we wanted to join them and have a tasty mouse for lunch; our disgusted faces left them puzzled and one of them told us:

"you know, this is our culture: we love eating mice"

And right then it occured to me that some things just cannot be translated into any civilization degree.

TIA.