Humiliation of dirt
20.06.2012 00:00Each time, returning from abroad, at first I am delighted to see my native place and fresh air, and then, looking at the garbage everywhere, I begin puzzling – do we really love our country less than other peoples? Provincial England fascinated me not only with amazingly gentle landscapes, but also with absolute cleanness, even outside the city. Several times I went to the country trails, forced my way through the thickets of nettles and herbs unknown to me, and have never come across a bottle, a cigarette butts and other "accessories" in our household dirt that filled our beaches and roadsides, just if to depart from main streets. Nowhere any piece of paper seen!
As we hope to become a popular resort, I'm not talking now that for a normal person it is pleasant to live in a clean place - at least, many of our citizens scrub their apartments not worse than in the tsarist times decks of warships were scrubbed. Why do we allow ourselves to throw garbage everywhere ? Let's imagine what other people think about us, comparing our landscape littered with licked sidewalks of famous resorts.
Looking at our country not shining with cleanness, it's hard to believe that we want to develop stably!
But we want! Judging by the talk, we want to build a civilized legal state with high quality of life and well-developed social protection. We want Abkhazia to become a UN member and to be respected. But we can not pull away dirt and eliminate it as a class!
I do not know how other people, but I feel ashamed by the thought that our country is one of the dirtiest in the world!
Most of the dirt I've seen only in the poor districts of Cairo, where families often huddle together in the sheds, next to a goat attached. Thank God we do not have such poverty here, but we have dirt.
Almost twenty years passed after the war, the country in a whole is developing, although not as fast as we would like, but there are a lot of objective circumstances. But the fact that we still allow ourselves to throw trash out of the windows and spit sunflower seeds on the trolleybus’s floor is an indicator of our indifference and ostentatious patriotism. Today we raise a glass of wine for the freedom and prosperity of our native Apsny, and tomorrow morning throw a package of dirt under the bush of oleander.
Who will believe today that in the early 50s Sukhum was declared the cleanest city in the Soviet Union? Almost no one remembers that the clock tower of the Sukhum City Hall - is a reward to a clean capital at that time.
The first thing that comes to mind when I go on the highway and see garbage carelessly thrown out under the trees and bushes, is that we do not respect ourselves. Otherwise we would have long cleaned all the country and everyone would perceive even a tiny piece of paper on the pavement as a personal insult.
How long won’t we respect ourselves?