...Silence is audible. It remains of screams behind murals of concrete, screams so piercing, so full of pain frequently shattered. Blissful ignorance maintains these omnipresent hells. Relentless, never-ending agony is unfortunately substantial reality. Can you already smell the carcasses of (over) a billion butchered lives? It's still astounding why callow rhetoric legitimizes abhorrent procedures although truths are so obvious. Once again it is profits and conventions that dictate behavior and general carelessness does the rest. Every time when blood runs in rivers down the drain, death is their salvation. Salvation is death. Stomachs become graves when packaging is a casket.