I've been doing activism for over five years. Just like most of society, before that I'd never stop to think to much about non-human animals. I saw the world divided, on one side there was humans on the other animals. This view of the world started to change when a friend of mine became a vegetarian. He started talking to me about the suffering of non-human animals, about the fact that we could live perfectly on a vegetarian diet, 'I don't want done on others what I wouldn't want done on me' he argued. The problem was that I'd never thought on non-human animals as 'others'. From the momment I spoke to my friend my defense mecanisms were activated, it was very difficult for me to accept his position. Someone was questioning something I did three times a day, something I'd done my whole life up to that moment... But besides this something had changed...

When I moved to Ireland far from the rutine of my every day life, I started to think seriously about the matter. I dared to look directly into the eyes of those non-human animals I ate, I dared to hear their cries, those images still haven't left me. I started to read articles about our relation with non-human animals, (I specially remember how much Moby's defense of veganism in his CD play, influenced me). I tried vegan recipes, looked information up on the Internet... and I became a vegan. From one day to another I took that decision.

Little by little I somehow began to become consciouss of the real situation of slavery that non-human animals underwent, and a new feeling arouse...the sensation that not taking part in their deaths simply wasn't enough. When I walked around the city and saw the fur-shops, the butchers... I realized I had to do something else. Something was tormenting me and still torments me: the magnitude of their slavery. The millions and millions of non-human animals that suffer and die everyday, but different from other liberation movements, these slaves can't fight for justice, they can't organize themselves and organize a march for their emancipation. They need us, they need us to act and defend them. This is activism, fighting for the end of their slavery and shouting as loud as we can.