In today’s newspaper I read an editorial piece that said that someone along the xviii century wrote that when there are times of hunger, he recommended to poor parents that didn’t had anything to eat that the should eat their new born babies. Totally they wouldn't survive in this hungry world and that the baby leftovers may be useful for those cannibal parents to earn some money. Eating those soft baby flesh parts and probably smelling like fresh milk, with no sin, no bad thoughts, only full of life, joy and future.

Being cannibals is maybe the most horrific thing for humans, its accepted only in very precarious and extreme situations, of being so near the death that only a tiny piece of human thigh could be able to save our lives. In the Cordillera de los Andes in 1972 a plane crashed and was lost for almost 72 days between those icy and lonely mountains, there the only way to survive was eating from the dead. The survivors are called heroes, some of them go across the world telling their life story so near to death. Whom listen to that, wait morbidly the detail of the flavour, the texture, how many they ate, that it you keep on having urges to eat human flesh and then you can’t relish animal flesh as you used to. How can I forget that I ate the flesh of my best friend? People says that human flesh smells just like cow meat when is being heated in the embers. That told me a friend of mine, that the lady that cleaned his house told him. She narrated how was being in a masacre in one of the zones whipped by the violence in this country. She said to him that she had to hide under the many death bodies of strangers and people she knew from her hometown. The smell of burned flesh that came out of those lifeless bodies was engraved in her memory, and now every time she was to make a piece of beef tenderloin se remembers as it was yesterday of that roast smell.

To combine anthropophagy, another way to name the action of eating human flesh, with high cuisine is only possible if we believe we can become Hannibal Lecter and come to the idea that maybe we could desire with an empty stomach and the head beating with hunger a piece of somebody. In some indigenous cultures they ate their enemies heart in order to fill their own physical and spiritual bodies from the strength the others got. Only through this ritual way the victory was completed. If I consume someone who has something that I want, then I might be able to obtain it, because it passes through my body, it disintegrates in my stomach, and it nourishes me. In Australia some people some people ate the brains of their deceased loved ones to honor them in their dead and took within them a piece of them, this led to a process of cultivation of a unknown disease in that strange territory that came to light almost 50 years later after eating a piece of brain. A n ex boyfriend, once told me if I died he wanted to keep my pinky, I never understood his fascination for my skinny and bony finger, maybe owning it was having one of the smallest and meatless parts of my whole body. Possibly, whom had eaten another human being may somehow posses them, may transfer those barriers that limit us in the physical plane, and mix them with the chemistry that naturally break them.