A Nightmare: Butter Mountains
I have been working on my essay about the CAP (Common Agricultural Policy) all day yesterday. So much money wasted, spent on the wrong people for misguided porposes. So much food wasted, so many livelihoods destroyed.
Then I dreamt this night. I was standing by the side of a huge butter mountain. With a breakfast knive, taking tufts of butter off to spread on my bread. I tried to be a good European citizen, to finish the butter, but I couldn’t. I ate and ate, until I was full. It went from smiling to crying. In Berlin, Grenoble, Milano, Seville, everybody tried to do the same. But it was too much, and the mountains never shrank.
So we had to get rid of it. We melted it until it leaked into the seas, but the seas got greasy and started to rise. So we threw the remainder across the Mediterranean into the African continent. Where people had just been coming our way, to sell us butter.