It was dark; they were arriving in the darkness that characterizes our country. It was a cold place, full of potholes and lots of rubble. It was dripping blood,but it was there, ready to be destroyed, ready for 3 men to be enough to carry it. As they unloaded it from the car, it dirtied the men, covered in blood and a strong foul smell. Those men looked at it, and suddenly they began to sell chicken🐔 in boxes. Of course, that dark night, they weren't enough to carry all that quantity of chicken boxes to be sold to the population. The photo is my property.