Friday, October 31, 2008
Your Rubbish World, My Rubbish World
YOU GO TO THE MOVIES
Three times Uncle Fernando's neighbours
have called the police to report him.
When they go to the movies,
he goes through their garbage.
How is this a crime? he argues.
The stuff is right here, out on the street.
I don't steal it. I just look. It's my job. The police
eye him warily. (Fernando is a big man
with large eyes and cancer scars, and a certified
garbage expert), let him go with another warning.
My fellow creatures have no idea the service
I'm providing, he assures me, as I note
down the contents as he calls them.
You learn much about the world from
its garbage. I nod, plug my nose. I know
he is highly respected in his field, but
this is not the way I imagined my vacation.
Pronto! he cries. Soon they'll be back from the movies.
With all kinds of strange talk and ideas in their heads.