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Thanks for the kind words, and here on Mo-Solo, what a surprise. I usually carry 10 cloth bags with me when I leave the house, and when I return, all bags are full to the brim with plastic garbage that i have picked up on my way to the post office, for example, or the ice-cream parlor.You must know the story of the hummingbird?
"One day in the jungle a fire broke out
All the animals ran out of the jungle fearing for their lives
Suddenly the Jaguar saw a little humming bird (q’inti)
The Jaguar asked him what he was doing and the Q’inti said
“I am flying to the lake to get water to help put out the fire”
The jaguar laughed at him and said, “You’re crazy, you can’t put out this fire!”
The Q’inti replied, “At least I am doing my part.”
You're a hummingbird in more ways than one.
I tried to go swimming in the Med a couple of weeks ago. As soon as I went into the water I saw bits of plastic. First little pieces. I tried to ignore them.Then larger ones. Then large plastic objects (a net...something that looked like part of a plughole...etc) so I just started sea-plogging. Except I wasn't jogging, just walking with water up to my doggy ears. Then I emerged with my hands full. There were a lot of restaurants there too, so the people having lunch outside had a direct view on what must have been a lovely sight.
George! What on earth is that thing coming out of the sea?!?
I encourage everyone to do the same.
If you don't mind the long walk to find a bin. There was a lot of plastic but very few bins that day...
When it comes to the tourist paradise, the Med, and visitors unwilling or unable (because of the glaring sun?) to open their eyes to reality, there is a song by Hannes Wader from 2015, in which he describes a morning dip in the Med Sea when suddenly there is something cold brushing against his knees.
(the answer is shown at 2:15)