At Qera abattoir on Alexander Pushkin Street, traffic doesn’t just slow down, it negotiates. A full-blown procession of cattle takes over the asphalt, turning the city road into an impromptu grazing corridor where horns replace honks and hooves set the pace of movement. Traders flank the herd with practiced ease, guiding the animals through the urban maze as buses, trucks, and impatient cars wait their turn like polite spectators in a countryside parade that somehow wandered into the city’s bloodstream. For a brief moment, concrete and commerce give way to instinct and rhythm, and Addis feels less like a capital in motion and more like a living market on the move.

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