Once upon a time I renter a room in Tangiers. One morning I was awakened by a scream that pierced my ears it just went on and on. I rushed to the balcony (which over looked a small courtyard) just in time to see a very old woman carrying a small while metal bowl with red liquid in it.
WTF I thought.
Later, I walked around the block my apartment building was on. When I got to the side directly opposite my building, there was a very large marble building with fluted columns, broad white marble stairway leading into the building.
There were a few families leading their male children up the steps. Above the entrance was an carved inscription in French stating that his building was a ‘castorium’. I knew in that instant that what I had heard was some male child having his balls removed with a piece of glass so he could be sold by his family as an eunuch.
I ran all the way back to my apartment, threw my stuff in my duffel and took a taxi to the airport, never to return.
OMG
I’m repulsed, but not shocked.
A horrible tale, AND the sort of thing the “diversity is our strength” folks would say is “cultural” and should be excused. Islam and eunuchs for sale.
What horror. Poor children. Poor child.
Castration is banned in Muslim lands. Eunuch slaves were castrated before arrival. There would not be a building marked “castration”, even if the practice were carried out. Castorium is not a word. The word castratorium appears in one article online referencing the “castratoriums of Iberia.” It might be that author’s coinage.
OTOH, mutilating little girls is permitted. So if the building had a sign, the victim was a girl.