The story is about a former Wall St trader who's given up his life of wheeling and dealing in the money market for a life as a monk. (He does admit to wheeling and dealing to get donations to spruce up his monastery)
While I admire his having found new meaning in life, etc. I do wonder how much attention he would have been given had he not been a Wall St trader previously.
Having said that, I 'stumbled' when I read this bit, and had to re-read it to figure out what was causing my brain to twitch.
Where once he milked the money markets, Mr Mishkov now wakes at dawn to attend to a herd of cheese-producing buffalo in the 12th century Tsurnogorski monastery in which he lives, 30 miles west of the Bulgarian capital, Sofia.
Did your brain twitch ?
Initially, I thought it was because the author had clearly started to make a pun on 'milking' but must've balked when he realised that he was about to write 'buffalo' (which I'm sure produce milk but it's harder to visualise rather than cows).
Then it dawned on me.
"cheese-producing buffalo"
That's pretty cool. No need for the time-wasting secondary processing that cheese-making usually involves. All the fermentation is done INSIDE the buffalo. I didn't realise genetic science had advanced so fast and so far, having reached the outskirts of bulgaria.
In line with this development, I predict that we will soon see chickens laying century eggs, fields of caramel-flavoured corn being harvested for popping and large farms of boneless fish fiillets.
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