Open rescue XXV. (January 2016)

One chilly night we climbed over a wall of one of many concentration camps. It consists of a slaughterhouse and several sheds with animals. Few steps, little bit of time at the door and we are in one of those sheds. Stench, dirty birds with clipped wings, living among dead and dead among living. Grief, anger and despair. We take four of them with us, the rest stays behind. Four of them are safe, they will run on grass, enjoy fresh air and no one is going to cut their throats.

We saved four of them, the rest stays behind.

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