I leave work late at night with the smell of fried onions in my hair, lard seeped into my skin, with all the experiences of that day, and I have an irresistible thirst for beer. My wish being granted, my three-day internship was prolonged to one month. I let fall through a booked flight ticket and if I could, I’d stay longer. I loved watching my coworkers do their jobs, ask them questions, and imbibe aromas and inspiration. This wasn’t just about the meat, you see. This wasn’t just a story of meat, you see. This was a story of meat and men.

Butcher shop: Naše Maso, Dlouha 39, Prague