Thursday, May 16, 2013

Time Difference and "Goat and Dog


I learned at last that Kolcata is 10 hours ahead of Philadelphia.  Today began as follows, but I could not take photographs because the scene was entirely too intimate:

Goat and Dog

This morning I walked in the gray, muffled heat of early India street life and came upon a butcher who was skinning a goat.  I stood, stunned but mesmerized as he tidily stretched and pulled off the skin, little by little, washing the raw, naked goat down with water and making little cuts to ease off the black, hairy skin.  The goat was hung by his two back legs, the tips of which were still black and hairy.  Its bloody head was prominently displayed on the wooden table, its ears lying bedraggled and listless beside it on the table. 
The man finally slithered the whole skin off the goat as it dangled, slippery and shiny, from its two black hoofs.  He balled up the skin and tossed it under the wooden table.  Then, he went back to work eviscerating the goat with a slit down its belly.  A bloated stomach slithered out, along with other bulbous innards encased in their thin membranes; the man began slowly, slowly pulling on a long stringy intestine that seemed to go on forever.  He gathered together the jiggling life forces and tossed them casually over the wall into the rubble behind it.  He cut off a leg and some ribs for an awaiting customer and chopped it into small pieces, placing gently each piece onto the scale.  Just then I heard the bleat of a little goat.
I walked down the street where a local stray dog was sitting on his haunches looking up at a woman at her window.  He sat in the dead middle of the street.  I looked at his longing eyes, his obeisant stance, and then I looked up at the woman and smiled at her, nodding my head in encouragement.  She looked up and down the street and then threw out to the dog a big piece of bread.  I made clapping gestures up at the woman, we smiled at each other, and the dog bound into the road to gather up his breakfast. 
I hoped the woman was not going to be eating goat for dinner this evening.

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