One of the things about my job is that, unlike normal people, I get to visit the dumps in many towns around the world. They are most times miserable and awful places. Small fires, medical waste, everyday trash, some goats eating lunch and invariably, people picking through the rubble trying to find something to recycle.
I was out at a dump the other day and it fit nicely into my expectations. But at this dump, there were only kids, picking through the trash. Each had their bag, and since I was trying to figure out what they were finding to recycle, I looked inside. Paper, a little cardboard, a lot of plastic bottles. I asked where they take the stuff to sell, and was told they weren’t gathering stuff for recycling—they were gathering trash to burn for heat. Basically, anything that would burn—including plastic—was being gathered.
People here are so poor, living on the edge, just trying to survive day-to-day, burning plastic bottles for heat. Winter has yet to begin, and already they are desperate to have it end.
I was out at a dump the other day and it fit nicely into my expectations. But at this dump, there were only kids, picking through the trash. Each had their bag, and since I was trying to figure out what they were finding to recycle, I looked inside. Paper, a little cardboard, a lot of plastic bottles. I asked where they take the stuff to sell, and was told they weren’t gathering stuff for recycling—they were gathering trash to burn for heat. Basically, anything that would burn—including plastic—was being gathered.
People here are so poor, living on the edge, just trying to survive day-to-day, burning plastic bottles for heat. Winter has yet to begin, and already they are desperate to have it end.
1 comment:
This is such an amazing blog-- one of your relatives, Nick K. -- my high school friend told me about it. I'm " Halfgan" ( mom from Alabama, Dad From Afghanistan) and I have enjoyed reading this so much! Your pictures are fantastic!
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