Courtesy of the author, we propose a very interesting personal reflection of Mark Lena, is the blog of the cultural Minas Tirith .
worth a perusal. The landfill will Bishopric.
Policy makers are almost all in agreement.
This is the result of the meeting held yesterday in vescovatino.
And so, within walking distance from the bomb ecological Malagnino (which, remember, was to "bear" 250,000 tons of trash while they scored to date more than 1,000,000 (one million!)), Born just another indistinct waste collection center that data in hand, size and capacity, will in reality it joins the already malagninese landfill.
and administrators?
Mayor Bishop speaks of the complexity of implementing the collection, speaks of the need for yet another place of concentration garbage to lower taxes on waste and disposed of more quickly, than his face to defend the town ' environment,
Mr. Dusi, ecology Rainbow Left, argues that the landfill will be with a pretreatment system that will automatically implement the collection and that criticism of the movement against should contact the "provincial plan for the waste" in general. Plan who, himself, claimed that it had approved.
words. Empty words of those who have already decided, together with strong local powers (see AEM Cremona), the area between Bishop and Malagnino will become the repository for all types of harmful build-up and the cemetery's physical and moral consciousness of our environment and agricultural vocation of our territory.
I will not elaborate on the banality of provincial administrators and lightness (hetero?) Which continue to deal with the issue of disposal waste, the lack of a concrete policy of strong encouragement for the collection and creation of structures to recycling and reuse of materials, the driving force to be taken towards the rationalization of production and consumption. No.
My reasoning wants to go deeper.
millennia, dare I say always, our territory has been literally "mother" of our people. Literally, because as a mother, has fed generations thanks to the generosity and prosperity of its canals, its dark earth of his fields and his River. Has allowed the development of civilization, culture and art, political and economic power that, without fundamental support agricultural labor and its fruits, not sarebe ever. Then came the modern world. Since then, work the land to feed their families has become increasingly short of deal, dirty and shameful affair. He had become much more decent escape from the camps, by his own people, from shirts and broken brooms made of twigs, to take refuge in the jam of the metropolis and in the splendid career of the Offices, uprooting completely forget their origins, their being misinterpreted. It was right?
Cremonesi I are farmers. It is right to claim it with pride, yet. And what was most important, most expensive, a farmer is true (and not the new speculators) if you do not own land? What should be done to protect it from abuse, poisons, from speculation? That's the point.
What will happen when the bombs explode and infect with their environmental poisons the soil and ground water? Not today, not tomorrow, not in ten or twenty years, but it will happen. What will happen then? Who can justify, and how, such a mess, such a deception perpetrated against our children?
At that point, when the Earth, the last resort of Man betrayed by the free market economic system from a murderess and a terrible model of development, will be poisoned to the roots of the World, raped, abandoned, unusable, STERILE. .. At that point, when the bond between the blood and the soil will be stripped of its environmental (if you will not be the first to lose much more quickly in the latter), what remains of our land but a flat expanse of desolate and empty of men spirit, the ruins of deadly?
my philosophical digressions, of course, impolitic, but not catastrophic. It is not those who oppose these models, the catastrophic, but those who advocated, a bishop of the root system that is fundamentally wrong.
When - and it will be late if we act now - people will start to raise his head, eyes off the TV, to roll up their sleeves to change the rules of the game, to retrieve the sacred bond with his own small country, then the landfill will become a trivial problem and impolitic, simply because no one would dream of raping his "Mother" to build one.
Marco Lena
