I remember at the end of the 90s it was... We lived in Bavaria, and there is such a service: you come to a peasant and order a piglet for a holiday. He crushes him. The people just then immigrated to Germany. Decided acquainted emigrants "gentlemen" Vase a gift to DR to do. I went to order. 5 people on Boomer, of course bald, of course in dresses and leather jackets. In German, of course, it is “full”. They come and say morgen kommen, bayerische Schwein (the type we come tomorrow, the Bavarian pig...) and show with a hand on the throat. Pleased went home. We arrived the next day, and here is the Special Forces. They seemed to prove that they had no evil intention, but the pig remembered it for a long time.