Jogurt ⎚

Fighting for life October 13, 2026 Ends October 29, 2026

„My golden daughter affectionately named this donkey JOGURT, because he seemed so sweet to us! She showed him to all her friends and, you know, she said that when he grew up, they would go to some competitions. Because her donkey is better than a horse. But you know, my daughter is grown up now, she paints her nails and goes to malls with her friends, and somehow she lost interest in JOGURT.”

This is how a phone call asking for help begins. Help for JOGURT, who once had everything and, due to numerous neglects, lost it all. He lost his hooves, started having breathing problems, and began to see poorly with one eye. He also lost his heart for life. This is one of those situations where one person makes mistakes, and another, who had little say, loses out. Because someone has to be guilty, it’s better if it’s a donkey than someone’s daughter, right? The ideal culprit is one who always stays silent and meekly takes everything upon himself, because, in the end, there’s no other option. He’s just a donkey. The woman continues JOGURT’s story. She says she gave him to a dealer, but her husband is nagging her that she did wrong, because he’ll surely go to slaughter. The woman laughs a little on the phone, saying he deserved it, because he should have been prettier and, above all, he was born a donkey, so it’s his fault. And so, I’m telling you the story of the donkey JOGURT, here in this letter. A donkey with big ears, who went from a beautiful stable to a dealer’s barn. And now, my dear Donor, JOGURT stands before you and begs for his life.

The girl’s mother, probably tired of her conscience, wrote that she doesn’t know what she’ll tell her friends if her husband spills the beans, and asked us to buy JOGURT back from the dealer. She gave us all the contact details, which we already knew anyway, because the world of dealers is small. She herself had already bought a horse, so she said she wouldn’t contribute to the buyout collection.

And although we ourselves are completely uninterested in what this woman’s friends will say – we are very interested in the fact that little donkeys with big ears may not go to heaven at all. Because who has really seen heaven? Who knows what’s there when a donkey departs? Who knows what’s beyond the second gate of the slaughterhouse? And who knows if where JOGURT goes, once they deliver the stunning shot, there will be grass and the shade of trees, and a sky above donkey ears?