When I was a kid, we lived in a village in northeastern Slovakia. On the hill above the village there was a farm with a big herd of cows. And every morning at around 5, a tractor would bring a few dozen litres of milk down to a small shack just by our house. People were usually waiting in line already, in a room that stank of rancid milk, to get a liter or two.

When we brought the milk home, we'd pour a cup and let it sit a few minutes, to let the cream to get to the top. You could see the line between milk and cream with your eye an scoop the cream with a spoon. We drank the cream, it could have been 20% by volume, we made cocoa with the milk and no one got sick that I remember. I believe it was because we were usted to it, an "untrained" person would get sick too.

Then one year they put up a sign, saying the milk should only be used as animal feed and a few years back the laws changed again and there was no more selling and drinkig grey market raw milk, because someone decided for all the people that it's dangerous.

I thing my distaste of regulations and prohibitions can be traced back to that time.

Funny thing, I think I would get violenty sick if I tried raw milk again... The law is a self fulfilling prophecy.