parked cows and the break down of reality

last night we were driving in salerno. not in the very centre, but still in a crowded neighbourhood. we were in front of a school. basically, here.

and we find a cow. at first we didn't believe it was real. why should a cow be parked between two cars?
that's when reality starts being so absurd you think it's fake. you don't expect a cow there, then it can't be real. but no xmas decoration explanation made any sense for that cow's arse. so we drive back and check.

it's a real cow, alive and eating from the garbage. with the saddest face i ever saw on a cow.

and i start wondering, in what kind of country do i live?
and again reality breaks down, and i feel like i'm in the promo i saw of the documentary about the garbage business in acerra ("biutiful cauntri", see prev post) with the sheep grazing in a garbage dump. so i feel i'm in that film, actually it's not reality breaking down because it's a documentary about real stuff. as a matter of fact, that's reality. a documentary movie with no distribution is reality, and we just happen to live in a fake, not even accurate imitation of it. and unless you find a cow searching for food in the garbage, you tend to forget about it.