I’d prepared myself for the fact that, while in Germany, I wouldn’t be able to adhere strictly to my vegetarianism. If Peter Singer can talk approvingly about a “Paris exception,” then surely I can invoke a “Berlin exception.”

As it happens though, when I was in Wittenberg today (about which more anon, perhaps) I ordered a turkey skewers dish which, while tasty, turned my stomach into painful knots. This alone is sufficient incentive to deter me from falling off the wagon in the future!

Tomorrow I fly back home and to real life.