Interrail 2007

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Night of day 1.The men that kills

At night I was not alone on the train compartment. A Brazilian radicated in Portugal for more then 8 years entered in the town of Coimbra. After about 1h of mutual silence we started to talk about our lives. He was 45 years old and lived with his wife in Oporto. He was very interested in my work and made a lot of questions. But then after a while he said:
- I'm a bit embarrassed to tell you my work !
I told him that any work has its own value and that he should not be embarrassed. Well, I did not know what was coming after :) . He worked in slaughterhouses killing pigs and cows and separating all the meat from the bones. He did this for many years and in the last 2 years had worked in Germany (1 year), Strasbourg (6 months), Portugal (6 months) and was going to work in Santander, Spain for the next 3 months. He said that there was a lack of people with his knowledge in Europe and he had many requests for work. The company gives him a car, all the money he spends in the supermarket and pays him an apartment, too. So all the money of the salary is kept in the bank :). So far so good.... but then he started to explain some details of how to remove the bones from a pig leg. How close is the pig anatomy to the human anatomy. That he usually worked at night, in -5 degrees C and for 10 hours in a row. That he never had drugs but some of his colleagues to keep working on those conditions were addicted to cocaine. }:-)

He started to explain that he always brought his own knives with him and that he had more then 15 different sizes knives in his bag. That he was very perfectionist about everything and that got really up set at home when his wife left things out of place.

Well, I started to look at my shoes (I had removed them earlier) in the ground and thinking if they were badly placed. I also decided not to turn off the light and go to sleep while he was on the train. :). Fortunately, he was leaving at 2am in Valadolid to change trains to Santander. Well, when he left... I was really ... really relieved. Only then I could relax and sleep while crossing spain.