As you walk or drive through the streets of Cairo, you inevitably see it.
Piles of it. Heaps of discarded somethings on roadsides, gardens and roofs.
I watched a man eat a sandwich, fries and a drink. He walked away afterward, leaving the containers behind on a bench.
It was alarming to me at first.
Egyptians keep very clean houses, how can they just throw their trash on the ground?
What mentality must they have in order to behave this way?
Don’t they care about the environment?
Then it hit me. What environment?
I grew up surrounded by trees and grass.
This is a desert.
If you bury five hundred tons of refuse in the desert, the sands gobble them up.