It is 1 hour past midnight, and I am mounting my bike to head off to the area of 283 ha vegetable and fruit wholesale market Grossmarkthalle in Hamburg. The warehouse of Marker Obst und Gemüse, one of the larger vegetable and fruit supplying company, is the place where I was staying nights, actually early mornings. A cold night, a general absence of passers-by and enfolding silence was in a direct opposition with the buzzing world of the warehouse, once I entered. Generally speaking, people working in the warehouse do not need to travel (as the whole world meets there) and kilometres in workers' legs for one night can be a substitute for sports. Yet, a recreation centre is hardly a name you would use when working here. More …

Take an exit on a motorway further from any bigger city in Europe, and immediately, you will find yourselves passing by the emerald fields sprinkled with black, brown, pied and brindle cows, leisurely masticating grass, somewhere on the horizon little wooden farms and sheds are shimmering in the raindrops. This almost idyllic image is so eye and consciousness pleasing that it is this idea that creeps in to our minds: Yes, this is it, grazing cows near the humble-sized family farms is the way. More …

In past weeks, we went to see a kitchen garden project in Pinneberg, Germany, to get more insight into what it means "ecological" farming. After hard work in the field, we came home famishing and of course, we brought a lot of really fresh vegetables, so it would have been a sin not to make something uber-tasty. Although my lust for a vegeburger was hijacked by the shortage of buns, you feel free to conjure up one. More …