… losing my religion …
A conversation with the butcher of Mea Shearim, Jerusalem
"As I stand here in the heart of Mea Shearim, surrounded by the narrow cobblestone streets and tightly packed buildings, I prepare myself for another day at the street slaughterhouse. The air is thick with anticipation and reverence, for today is a day of atonement, a day when the chickens become vessels of salvation. The weight of responsibility rests heavily on my shoulders, for I am the butcher, the one entrusted with the sacred task of preparing these birds for their ultimate purpose.
The hushed murmurs of the devout fill the air as they approach, clutching their cherished chickens. Each bird, adorned with a small prayer tied to its leg, represents a deeply personal journey towards forgiveness. I can see the hope in their eyes, the desperation to find redemption in the act of sacrifice.
As I cradle the first chicken in my weathered hands, I can't help but feel a surge of emotion. These creatures, innocent and pure, are about to embark on a profound journey. With a steady hand and a heart full of devotion, I perform the ritual, knowing that I am an instrument in their path to atonement.
The streets echo with the melodic chants of prayers, and tears glisten in the eyes of those who watch. It is a solemn and deeply moving experience, a reminder of the power of faith and the human capacity for seeking forgiveness. In these moments, I am not just a butcher; I am a conduit for their spiritual journey, a witness to their unwavering faith."
Video visible in the exhibition 'Street Spirit, Israel' -
Palazzo Tagliaferro Andora. August October 2021