Sabtu, the first Saturday I’ve ever taught.
Today, we went outside with the children and a) simply were naming the things around us and b) did a Big Cleaning.
The Big Cleaning (unfortunately not documented)
A short theoretical lecture about ecology and many empty phrases that sound important but there they were not.
Then a practical section – I had gathered two classes and made them picking up the garbage from around the school. It was a lot! There were some challenges to fight against:
- To explain that the fallen leaf or wooden stick is not a garbage (but come on, when we are cleaning our houses‘ floors, we throw away the leaves, sticks and stones or feather, don’t we?),
- teach that they shouldn’t the garbage just outside wherever they could,
- I tried to explain that the garbage heaps „do look very bad“, which they seemed to agree with.
Well, maybe they understood some, but I honestly doubt it will have brought any effect in the end… If the children are smart, they will move to any bigger city for studies, and then, some lucky of them, will get away of Indonesia for a short visit, and hopefully they will understand and bring the knowledge back with own terms and reasoning.
Now, when we had had two massive bags full of garbage (two adults would comfortably fit in one such a bag), the question arose: What to do with it? Haha, a good question for a clever European! I had no idea, somehow I expected some dump machinery to come and take it. Nonetheless, there is no such a thing in Sulawesi. No garbage processing technology. Welcome to the jungle, buddy!
An English teacher (a poor young lady ashamed for her bad English, but kind and attentive) had proposed how to solve the garbage problem: Burn?
I got shocked and admitted I had no solution at all. I recommended to wait for Sardhy (the manager of my Workaway in Rantelemo). Unfortunately, till the end of my stay he never come as he had promised, therefore the problem remained unsolved till the end of my days there… When I was leaving, I forgot to find any solution and now I am wondering how the situation had developed in the end. Perhaps it would be the same, if only they collect the garbage or burn it instead of planting it around the school yard…
Now the question for ecologists: Which is better, to bury the garbage, or to burn it (forget about the burning in the garbage-processing plants)? I would love to know the answer once…
The nature will consume it anyway once…
Chčije a chčije! Možná znamení?
After the garbage is collected, let’s have it washed away!
Then the river! I was swimming and sitting on a huge boulder, watching for very long a buffalo hygiene, thinking of a future, it is so near now… And resolution?
- I will find myself a Ph.D.,
- I will terminate the Zoo text and make my best to publish it,
- I will go to „pracák“ shit,
- I will write a blog (here we go!),
- I could work as a journalist.
Actually I could not work as a journalist due to lack of experience, education and acquaintances in the field.
A fun is how the boys were chopping wood and washing the buffalo down the river, just few meters from me. I cannot wash the buffalo, a huge elephant-like creature with deadly horns and unknown intentions – they need to know this, not any shit about ecology, their priorities are visible. The crap of the upcoming – next – next generation is not their. They live here and now, at maximum one generation ahead, everything extra is a fantasy…
For the boys, the river, buffalos and ricefields have much bigger importance than any ecology concerns… How ignorant!
Mighty buffalos are blocking the passage through the ricefield. The one afraid shall not go around.
And a short poem! I got a very strong inspiration watching a vivid-coloured picture of Mr. Jesus hanging on the wall. The picture was brightly illuminated by the sunbeam. Suddenly, there was a gecko (cicak) running on the wall that hid underneath the picture. The inspiration had run my pen across the paper:
Pastýř aneb Před Ním
Ach, gekončíku hloupý
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