After raising nine guinea pigs, seeing their courage and kindness, I fell in love. It was a personal journey, getting to know their personalities, seeing feelings and needs, interactions among them and their family quarrels. I started to see myself in a broader perspective. Eating meat became impossible. The guinea pigs became my brothers and sisters. We suddenly had a family within the family. We listened to their sounds and imagined interpretations. At one point, I found five of them in the kitchen, lying in a circle facing each other, one making the mystical chirping sound that humans do not understand, the others listening intently. It was pure enigma for me and the beginning of knowledge.
On an everyday basis, they remind me that there is such a thing as unconditional love and that nature does very well without us, but we can not do without nature.