I will tell you this one thing, and put a minus there, I will not be offended. During many of my missions, various interesting cases occurred, and often they (in my opinion) were no less fun than the investigations themselves. So, in the light of recent world protests, this is what I remembered.
In 2005, I was taken to a project in Germany in the glorious city of Münster, which is in Westphalia. My client was doing medical research. A very interesting company. There were two main activities. 1) Research of pregnancy and, accordingly, experiments with primates (apes to bishes). 2) Studies on how different pollution impacts fish and water. Naturally, on the territory of the company there were cages and volleyers with animals and there were ponds with fish, frogs, horrors, etc.
Obviously, in the course of experiments, both animals and fish were killed and euthanasia was carried out, as without this. Unfortunately, the creation of medicines for humans and chemicals for water purification are not possible without this, part of so-called human progress, whether you want it or not. There is nothing to say about the project itself, the Germans know their business, they are punctual, executive, clear, responsible, ITD.
We worked there, everything is okay. And they have a tradition in the company, in the summer, whether the first or second Sunday of the month - a family picnic. And while we were there on one wonderful sunny Sunday, they planned a picnic. This is not our first visit, so we have been there before.
To be honest, beauty. Employees of the company (as well as office and laboratory workers) gather on the lawn, bring tables, meat, sausages, bread, fruits, beer naturally (where without it), juices, their children, play their German games, sing songs, well. Well, we were called, although we are from the United States, but still employees, even temporary. Small but pleasant.
We agreed, of course, to support the corporate spirit, but warned, we will later. I honestly wanted to sleep on a well-deserved weekend, and I had to study. And my manager has to train, he has the world championship on his nose.
I will be distracted, even if it is out of history, but I will say a few words about him because he is my Master. I will write about this unique person in the following stories. In short, he is one of the best sprinter runners in the world. Now he is well in his 60s, but he looks 35-40. Such is grandfather, in the first ten sprinters in his age group on 200m, in the squad 4x100, and in the first 20 on 400m. He is an African-American, from a simple very poor family of fishermen from the depths of the American South. He was the first in his family to receive a higher education.
He was supposed to participate in the 1976 Olympics, but shortly before the Olympics his father died in a car accident and he left the big sport and went to work to help his mother maintain the sisters and that they would also go to the university (they also did not pump, 2 doctors and an engineer). But he did not abandon the sport entirely, he participated as an amateur in all major competitions. Multiple champion of the state, the United States, and the world. This is such an interesting man. But I turned away.
And then about 12 o'clock in the day we approach the lawn and immediately see something unusual. The police to fige, load the detainees, defeat on the lawn, tables turned, children cry, adults in shock, all in color. What happened?
It turned out that the German branch of Greenpeace and PETA (PETA in English) They followed the company’s employees and decided to protest. A type of animal protection. And they attacked a picnic, this is the kind of protest. Give them the shit. They just surrounded the barrel, pulled megaphones and posters. They beat the cars of the picnic participants, turned the tables, shouted to the children that their parents were murderers, threw food into them, poured red paint on adults, pushed women. I don’t know if there was a fight, we came when it was over.
A picnic, nothing to say. Yes, you are good, you are good, you are good. The animals are easier.
I watch TV, I see protests for someone’s rights, I see protests against. I see it in the civilized United States, I see it in human Europe, I see it in modern Russia, Belarus, Ukraine, etc. I see leaders saying very right things. Everyone has their truth, of course. And I remember somewhat overturned tables, scattered food, frightened children and parents poured in red. And there are still terrible pictures of the 30s and 40s.
Eka compared, you will say. Another time. I agree, and other people. Others, I agree, and the “Germans” are not the same. Certainly not them, not them at all. But the tears in the eyes of people and the tears in children are similar. To the pain in the whiskers is like, to white bones.
This is how. Sorry for not being funny. The word entirely.