Lately I've been thinking quite a bit about this post and this follow-up post by KC, and this post by Lucia; both discuss the trash issues of the South. I've read and listened and read and listened . . . .and I still can't quite understand this. As an outsider, I likely never will truly comprehend. It's complicated.
In thinking about it, I also continue to make the natural comparison of the trash differences between the North and South. It's just been on my mind, a lot. When I lived in the South, I didn't focus my energies on the trash so much; the people who couldn't see past it to the true beauty were generally pretty miserable and unhappy folks. I also encounter this with friends who travel there: love or hate with not much room for anything in between.
Yesterday when I picked the Young One up from asilo, she eagerly offered up what they were up to all day: recycling! They taught her how to separate trash; she even knows the COLORS of the different bins for each type of item. She went on for nearly ten minutes about recycling, and when we saw the sign for the traffic circle, she identified it as one for recycling. (They do look alike!) We separate somewhat religiously at home, but evidently have failed to explain it as this recycling concept was new to her.
Then I asked her the big top-of-the-Bloom's-chart question: "Do you know why it's important to recycle?" She replied: "To protect our Earth for us. Is that restaurant Japanese or Chinese? What if all the world could talk the same language? Please put on song #10." And that's where the conversation ended, with the Black Eyed Peas blaring in the wagon. That's what I get for asking a "thinking" question.
There was hardly a trash bin, muchless color-coded recycling receptacles, near my house in Pozzuoli, and those we did have were often overflowing Recycle? Huh? Now my five-year-old daughter is likely to become the recycling enforcer because of what she learned from Italian adults at school! Complicated, you see!
It's like living in another country.