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Oh, my God, I could never talk enough about the animal-people. So I could never, ever understand and accept the fact that some people really murder them and put their dead flesh into their mouths to eat. I could never understand that. Of course, children, they were young, and they were forced into this situation to eat animal-people’s meat when they were young already. But adults understand more. Why couldn’t they question it? Why do they love dog-people and eat the other animal-people? Or use the other already-made animal-people’s meat and feed it to their dog-people? The dog-people are helpless. They just eat anything you feed them. But if you train them from childhood, they know they would prefer vegetables. They would prefer vegan food. I told you I used to feed seagull-people, on the beach in Italy and elsewhere. They just prefer my simple food, some bread and something like that, instead of staying in the sea and eating the fish-people. They didn’t like it. They said, “Very stinky fish-people.” […]
The animal-people, they are like children. So, imagine if your child, or any child, being in their kind of situation, that child would feel very, very scared, very frightened. And their heart would feel very, very, very hurt, very terrified, especially if they have no one around to protect them, to help them. I feel so helpless. I feel like I never… don’t ever do enough of anything for this world, for the unjustified suffering that is measured [out] upon the helpless, like children, babies, animal-people, victims of the wars, and victims of gangsters, victims of human traffickers and all that stuff. I feel I never do enough. I can’t do enough. I have never liked to stay in this world, but I said to myself, “At least I can do something if I stay, help as many as I can.” […]
