Back home in the Netherlands we try to recycle, but here in 13th compound they are taking recycling to the next level. Everything can be recycled, card boxes, plastics, empty barrels, oil cans, plastic forks, knives ande spoons, textile, everything. We enter a hot dusty metal recycling place. It is dark and the workers don’t look up when we enter. They work like madmen under heavy circumstances. No safety rules are applied here, even while their machinery seems eager to tear of some fingers. “They are very happy to work here” our guide explains. If they are happy does that make me happy for them to? I wonder, there is no right or wrong. I am too different, too spoiled.
recycle heaven
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