Sometimes I went along with my parents to go shopping and it was always a highlight to visit the butchers, they always fascinated me. There is no other place where you can see so much blood and raw meat. Our butcher was a friendly old man with a calm and gentle face. …Sometimes he wore a prayer cap which was smaller than the one my father owned. …He talked to my father about god and I did not know what he was doing in that butchers shop. Zafer Şenocak: Gefährliche Verwandschaft. Munich 1998
An evening at the old Markthalle Neun. A real lamb and real butchers from Berlin want to prepare their feast in an imaginary butcher shop.