[1] "You're a garbage bin scavenger. You come out at night hoping to find some things useful in the bins. Sometimes, you come out early in the afternoon to find much more and earn much more than when you come out at night. You approach one bin labelled 'non-biodegradable'; it is filled with all sorts of trash anyhow. The smell upsets your stomach. The stench pains your nose. You tell yourself, 'i'm used to it anyway.' You grabbed to open one light but fully stuffed plastic bag. Shocked were you to find out that in it were soiled tissues and used sanitary napkins. With all the curses you're stifling in your throat, you tossed the plastic bag back into the bin. Now you've learned your lesson: feel the bag before opening it; saves you your time and saves you from all unnecessary grossness."
[2] "You're a child, not just any ordinary child. You live near the waste landfills. You don't go to school. You don't need to. You can already distinguish paper from steel, plastics from dead animals without the guidance of an elementary teacher. You earn a living selling junk. You get sick. That's normal. No one's expected to be healthy near mountains of garbage. You die. That's normal. You are just among many scavengers anyway. You are just part of the figures. A part of the population."How exactly do they feel dealing with those gruesome wastes? What i've written - maybe they're just the tip of the iceberg. It could all be worse out there. What exactly can we do to help them? How can we reach out to them. They are part of the society. They are us. We are them. We cannot look at them, know about them and think and say we never knew anything. We cannot just be blind to this. What can we do?
with reference to Cleaner wastes (100-180s-read)
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