My name is Susana Mellerup
I'm from Chile
I came to Denmark about 25 years ago.
I have three children
And I live in Aarhus
I work at the University teaching my passion, which is the spanish language.
My story is about something that,
ironically
I'm confronted with every single day.
which is meat,
the consumption of meat.
Something that for many people is vital,
but for others
from a political and health point of view isn't particularly positive.
I'm referring to vegetarians and vegans.
I find this ironic
because it has something to do with my childhood.
We need to go back to when I was 10 years old
in 1972 in Chile.
It was a time of political chaos
I'm not going to discuss the political part,
but I would like you to share with me what you can feel when you are 10 years old
and the daily life is that there is no food in the supermarkets or in the stores.
That is the situation in Chile at that time.
Because of blockages, strikes and problems
there is simply no food on the shelves.
Therefore the daily life consists of making queues at the supermarkets or at the stores
in order to buy food.
One day, my mom and I went out in her lunch break
to buy or to see if there was anything to eat.
And at a large supermarket
we see a queue taking form
Back then the queues could last 4-5 hours.
Nobody knew how long and sometimes nobody knew why theres was a queue taking shape.
But the most important thing was to get in line and obtain whatever item it could be.
On this particular day
it was meat.
And meat was almost impossible to get
so of course my mother was very concerned
"What can we do?"
She had to return to her office,
so she leaves me there and tells me:
"Susita"
as she used to call me.
"If you wait here in the queue
I will go to the office and finish my work for today
and then I will come back."
Usually the lines could last 4-6 hours,
sometimes they could last all night.
Therefore my mother was confident enough to leave me there.
You have to imagine that at 10 years old
you are still a little girl.
You are at a line where everybody is adult
There's a big difference in size
But I was very confident thinking that my mother would return
so I waited in line to obtain the meat.
But also with a sense of pride of being able to help my mother.
My mother leaves and I stay in line waiting.
Soon after the line starts to move along
Much earlier than we had expected
My mother doesn't show up.
And I look at the situation, with what you can are capable of thinking at age 10
I think: "no, I will stay in this line, because I'm guarding a spot for my mom"
and because I want to help her.
I want to obtain this piece of meat.
The lines moves a long...
Usually at these places there are a lot of guards.
Each time we are getting closer to the gates of the supermarket
The guards are preventing chaos
In fact, these situations could be very dangerous
because people are moving along
and there's a moment of excitement, rage and desperation
and sometimes it makes people commit awful things.
At that moment it wouldn't matter if you are a kid.
But in between all the uproar
I keep moving forward
and little by little I realize that this is getting dangerous
My mother isn't coming
and what will I do?
If I enter the supermarket I wouldn't have any money
and what would I do?
How would I find my mother?
We are talking about a large amount of people.
But in some way, I feel as if it were my goal
That I HAVE to show my mother, that I can do it.
I enter the supermarket
almost pushed
by the people behind me in the line.
The guards says: "now you can enter"
So we could go look for the meat
In the moment they open the gates, to let us inside
something occurs that normally occurs at concerts, at places where there's a lot of people.
Everybody's running
desperately
Usually, when the products arrived it was never enough for everybody
We enter
running.
Everybody is running.
At this moment I forget all about the fact that my mother wasn't there
I enter.
I'm running desperately
I couldn't locate the meat, everybody was running me over.
Suddenly...
In one of the freezers
I see a piece of meat, and I throw myself towards it
with this energy of a child
I grab the meat
But at the same time
a woman from the other side grabs the meat.
We start to pull from each of our sides.
The woman from her side, and I from my side
a child fighting with a woman for a piece of meat.
In these 5 minutes we are no longer human,
we are two animals each fighting for the prey.
She is pulling and I'm pulling
and I begin to cry
of course, because I'm a child
and I feel the force is pulling me away
and the woman is screaming
And suddenly,
in between all this fighting -
nobody is helping of course, because everyone's worried about their own piece of meat
I feel the screams of my mother from a distant
but of course from behind the glass windows of the shop.
My mother had arrived, but she had arrived late
she could no longer enter.
The gates were locked.
I think the only thing she saw from the outside was her daughter being pulled.
For her, the meat had no importance. She was only interested in
that her daughter was not punched or harmed.
It was normal that people sometimes would get hurt.
At that moment, where I stopped being a human-being
and I became this little animal fighting for its prey.
I suddenly began to think, that maybe this woman needed the meat more than I did.
But I don't know...
A 10-year old is not capable of rationalizing that way in the matter of moments and seconds.
But I think the idea that this other person needed the meat more than I did
maybe for more people, for children...
That made me let go of the meat.
All together with the fear and the screams of my mom
who screamed: "drop the meat, let go of my daughter"
"I beg you!"
"She's only a child!"
In between all this distress
I let go of the meat
which was the most important in that moment
Nonetheless, it lost its importance.
The fear or the feeling of being degraded...
of a human-being.
This boundary between the human and the beast.
The result was that I let go of the meat...
crying
and from there I almost don't remember what happened.
The only thing I remember is seeing my mother at the exit
and hugging me
but with a huge disappointment
because we didn't get the meat.
But with a joy for the fact that I wasn't hurt.
This moment, strangely enough, I have never forgotten
Many years have passed since
and it has stayed in my memory
as something I lived through
and ironically, like I mentioned in the beginning
this fight for a grocery item
which most likely is unthinkable here in Denmark.
It's something that you probably only can imagine if you have experienced this situation yourself
Most likely, this has occurred in the countries in Latinamerica
This story
I wanted to share with you
first of all
because of this irony of life
and what significance meat had in the year of '72
and what significance it has today.
Tragic...
comical...
tragic and ironic.
That is how life is, right?
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