Last week I visited Primola Chocolate Factory. And it smelled great! The visit became more and more exciting as we were getting closer to the end of the production process and all those small windows through which everybody was trying to catch a glimpse of hundreds of peanuts, chunks of cacao and strolling candies, disappeared.
Before actually getting out of this whole process, which takes in total 30 hours, the chocolate passes through two filters: one scanning them to see if they are the right shape and matching some other parameters and the last one where the product is scanned to see if there are some bits of metal left inside. It’s like in the airport: if it beeps, it’s not good and the candies and biscuits are immediately sent away and named technological waste.
Then we went to see how the cookies are made. Hundreds and hundreds of biscuits were rolling over our heads on these suspended highways and all I could think of is how Adi, the ultimate biscuit fan, would hi five all the biscuits in sight and then…eat them all, how else?! What would he have done if he had been there with me? Maybe steal one cookie? No, he is much too ethical. Maybe take a picture of himself with this biscuitish background? No, pictures were no allowed inside and this relates to the first point too. Maybe throw himself on the production line, refusing to come home? Fuck the rules! Plausible…
This train of thoughts was interrupted by the explanation of our guide, (Domnul Ciocolatescu in Romanian) Mister Chocolateson, pointing to a square mirror, hanging on top of the production line.
“This is like Big Brother! It tells us if there are any broken biscuits or biscuits in wrong positions. It tells us where they are and in which position we will find them”. Oooh…and this was the starting point for: “The Inappropriates!”