The goat party
In the fourth week of my graduation internship at a Ghanaian company, my Ghanaian colleagues invited me to "the goat party." Yesterday, as a vegetarian, I was allowed to wave goodbye to the goat that has now landed on my plate. After I finally tasted a piece, I tried to explain to my Ghanaian colleague why I'm a vegetarian: because I find it sad how animals are treated in the Netherlands. "Oh, right," he replied. "If you don't want to see it, why don't you pay someone else to slaughter it for you?"
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