Apply for something else...
After a golden tip from Marijke, I left at the large amusement park in Kaatsheuvel, where, in view of contemporary sensitivities, people are looking for varied staff that cannot be associated with any form of ethnic profiling. That means: no bones through the nose or wicker skirts, no, in my new job as a cannibal at the attraction of the same name I have to show up well and Westernly dressed. That means: shirt, complete with collar button and tie, my face in the fold and made as presentable as possible with the help of powder box and other attributes. At the entrance to the park, I was given headphones, together with the other applicants, so that each of us heard the presenter of the day speak in his own language. Obviously, I'm not the only candidate today.
At least not yet. I do wonder how far we will have to go in order to finally become the head cannibal, so to be sure I ate only one slice of bread at breakfast.
The history of the attraction is explained to us through headphones and in a kind of window cabinets lie the attributes that were used in the past. Cooking pot, the spit, knife and fork, that kind of thing. Nowadays, it seems, microwave and barbecue play a bigger role, but we'll hear more about that later. After the introductory talk, with a lot of unnecessary repetitions for the less intelligent applicants, the steam train, drawn by a powerful mini-locomotive, takes us to the right location, opposite the carnival spectacle.
A stumbling fellow applicant is carried away by a few helpful employees on a stretcher. We'll see him soon, they assure us.
