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There is terrible work, including in journalism. Recently, a youth portal explained to the target audience there - left, Abitur at best Berlin quality and always quickly insulted and indignant - why vegetables are so expensive in the supermarket at the moment. With simple German and without the screaming fit that I would get in such cases. Because the vegetables are currently not expensive. There are no expensive vegetables in supermarkets. Vegetables are always on offer in supermarkets at the lowest price, like everything else, regardless of farmers, taste, transport routes and quality. Vegetables are as cheap as possible, and currently as cheap as possible given the crop failures in Spain. Just because it's more expensive doesn't mean that one of the modern slaves from sub-Saharan Africa who toil on the plantations in southern Spain, Egypt or Sicily would get more money. It's as expensive as it is, and when the slave escapes the system and has saved enough, he'll find a better place. The cheap vegetables and their working conditions - and not arms exports, for example - are driving black Africans within Europe to Germany.

And then it gets really expensive there. But these people, who now have to pay 2 euros for the salad in winter, no longer have any idea what is expensive. In the past, in times of peace, now was the time when food was generally more expensive, because the supplies that were built up in autumn were slowly running out. In late winter, prices went up not because of longer transport routes, but because demand began to exceed the remaining supply of the shortage. People often starved and died. If harvests failed, they would also die in summer. In contrast to what is now generally considered expensive, this is a high price for food.

Which is why the old people used to say, when the children refused something because the best-before date had expired, quite rightly that they had not yet gone through a war. War is - declared for the younger generation - something similar to veganism, just not as sensitive: You learn to get by with a clearly limited range without complaining to a mayor about anti-fox songs. In war you could die of malnutrition, so food was fundamentally important, valued, and by no means thrown away. One orientated oneself on what was available, and so one would simply like to pass on the wisdom to those born afterwards: If you don't have enough money for strawberries and tomatoes at the moment, stick to long-life, domestic and permanently available potatoes, pickled cabbage and cold-stored pumpkins, carrots and Turnips. There used to be no other way, you had to consume milk in winter, on which the cheese had already formed, and eggs that had become tasteless due to storage in lime water. That's how it went.

As you can see, due to my origins and the cross-generational character of the better circles, I would not really be able to explain to future generations in more detail that they are in a historically unique privileged situation in our vegetable slave-holding culture, because they do not have to work, can and yet not visit youth portals fall victim to natural selection, as would have been normal in the past. Young people lack the historically traditional horizon of experience of bad times - if they had it, they would understand why people used to cross the bread and consume exactly what was there - because otherwise there was nothing else, and hunger was a real danger to life and not only was pathological anorexia for pathological ideals of beauty. Unless these people learn the hard way how expensive food can be, they will throw it away. I open the local advertising paper and read: A pound of minced meat 1.68 euros.

In Germany you can throw away a pound of a living being for the amount of an average bag of potato chips. This is the awareness in which large parts of the population grow up when they cook for themselves. Other parts of the world keep EU bicycle slaves who cannot find work at home and bring food to them through the mud and traffic for the minimum wage so that they can eat at their desk and read there that vegetables have just become very expensive. Perhaps it would be interesting for such people to find out what food really costs if it turns out the way they would like it to be. So in front of a dream backdrop in the Sarntal Alps, in the fresh mountain air and without intermediaries, directly from the producer to the consumer. Because for 25 euros in the supermarket in winter you can get 2 kilos of bananas, 2 kilos of oranges, a pound of minced meat and a pound of goulush, onions, rice, noodles, a bread, a net of rolls, and a kilo of something that is sold there as cream cheese designated. But if you want to eat the way it is, according to the unanimous opinion of the cheap vegetable slave profiteers and my class, who are unanimous, you would get 250 grams of mountain cheese from the Sarntal as below, matured for 6 months, and the 4 chimney sausages above. Otherwise nothing, not even a knife and plate for free. That is just enough for the farmer in the Sarntal to make a living from direct sales. Just like in the past.

For people who pay close attention to the green bio point, it would be an exciting experiment, a week, just a single week, to pay exactly what they spend in the supermarket, only for real food from real producers without factory farming, agricultural businesses that destroy the landscape , Exploitation, polluting transportation and middlemen. After 2 days they would go to bed with that hunger that their ancestors knew only too well, and after 4 days they would beg for a millet soup like their ancestors. On Saturday they would be grateful for boiled potato peels, and on Sunday they would go to church just to get a wafer. That would have two pleasant side effects: You would know what the food really costs. And they might shop more thoughtfully so that they don't throw away so much. The old people couldn't stand throwing things away after the bad times, and regardless of whether they are hipsters or nationalists: hunger, real hunger always hurts immediately after five days.

Because we live in the oligarchy, this is of course somewhat unfair, because it disadvantages fans of cheap vegetables and not exactly the upper class, which is defined by luxury shopping when it comes to food. But even there, I think, one could successfully rely on the shock effect. It worked really well for P. at home, and all you need is a fresh lobster from Paris. The P. family, whose head had sold his family company and then found the opportunity to enrich himself in other ways on his doctor's chair, was invited to Paris by a pharmaceutical company in the wild 1970s. This also included a shopping spree for the women who could take whatever they wanted. The company paid. And Ms. P. decided, among other things, for a lobster. A huge lobster that was given to her on the last day, dead and well chilled.

But as it was, in the life of the rich and famous at that time, her husband had little desire to bother with the mail at home and suggested that he hang on to it for a few more days in the mountains, where it was the above There are mountain cheese pots. In any case, due to various misunderstandings, Ms. P. thought it was enough, as usual, to put the lobster and all the other treasures in the aisle while her husband had already canceled the housekeeper by telephone. Then they drove to Tyrol, hung on for another week and ...

So, Ms. P. is old today and her husband is dead, the villa was torn down and replaced by high-nested dog houses, which are unfortunately popular in good neighborhoods today. Maybe I've even changed the story a little because it's already scary and I don't want to persuade anyone, but the true and historically proven combination of dead lobster, several other specialties and two weeks of underfloor heating added to the fragrance of the large pharmaceutical money in the P. added an unexpected note that could not be removed even with freshly whitewashed walls. After that, the P.s could never eat lobster again, and it was all such an unforgettable event that from then on the P. was significantly more interested in household items.

Perhaps, then, the poor could be forced to live a week like their ancestors at the true prices of food so that they know the value of it, and the rich to watch a giant lobster decay in their heated hall for two weeks. After that, there would be more awareness of what happens between our slaves, the supermarket, the refrigerator and the garbage can, and everyone would again appreciate food as decency dictates. Of course, these are drastic measures, but historically far less drastic than the bigotry with which the tears of the little children of our throwaway society, shocked by supermarket vegetable prices, are dried.

Keywords: everyday life, old Europe, decency, rearing, elite, ethics, predators, class struggle from above, consumption, morality, staff, wealth, tradition, impositions of modernity
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