The pig man

Its 6am. At 5am it was still dark and I was listening to the sound of the gong at the distant temple which starts at 3am when the monks get up.
Waree had already got up and when she came back into the room she told me that she had rung her brother, Joi, who collects provisions from the market at Ban Doon every morning at 5am for his shop. She asked him to get some chicken breast for us.

We heard a truck stop outside and she told me that the pig man had dropped off some pork for us. All the time I have been living here I didn't realise that he delivers at night and puts the pork high up in the verandah so that the dogs cannot reach it.

She told me he goes to his farm at 2am to slaughter pigs to provide pork for shops in neighbouring bans (villages) fresh each day. He only kills sufficient for the day's needs so generally no pork is left over night. So every day there is fresh meat in the shops.

I asked her about how this man, a Bhudist of course, would feel about killing for a living and she told me about a relative who also killed pigs and had a baby with eyes like a pig because of this.