Trash…
There is a ton of sand covered in maneur, covered with beatles, covered with bits of trash. Okay lets correct that. It’s covered in a lot of trash. The wind blows the trash around. Most notable are the tinted plastic bags that people use to carry their vegetables in. Even my yard is covered with garbage. The kids dig through the trash for cracker crums and tiny bits of drink mix. They suck all the sugar out. If they have trash centers and recycling areas I don’t see them. They aren’t available in small towns like Taiba. Instead the garbage goes where the wind blows it. And it is really windy here. The things that don’t blow, are stacked in piles next to the road as you head out of town. Not being able to recycle is oneo f the hardest things about living in this country. Not being able to do trash clean ups and give lessons about what might happen if you get led poisioning or murcury poisoning is hard too. It’s just part of their life. It’s now part of my life. I have to get use to it even if I don’t want to.
