It is one of those places which makes my eyes big and curious. It smells both like death and life at the same time. The butcher chops a goat with his big meat axe. He is precise and powerful. No plastic wrapping. Only raw nature. My Indian friend is embarrassed. “We don`t have fancy super markets like yours in the west”, he says. “Our markets are very primitive”. But for me, this is how a food market should be. It is not only because of the exotic impression. I simply fancy fresh food in no branded packing. It is honesty. The visit to the meat market in Darjeeling not only made me understand where the food come from. It made me aware where I come from.