Peter-Vincent Schuld

Pompidompidom…. What is this supposed to mean? Some humming. In general, I have a cheerful and cheerful character.
But that tidy character can make room for some annoyance, especially if there is no tidying up.

Yes, I know, I can be quite clumsy and with my 1.90 I don’t constantly look at what’s on the ground.
So it’s not the first time I’ve slipped or gone on my flat mouth because some sucker leaves rubbish on the street.

What happens then? That I completely ignore the League Against Swearing and try to spout the entire swear dictionary from front to back and back again. But I have to learn to control myself. After all, the incident usually lasts shorter than pronouncing just the first abbreviated paragraph of the aforementioned dictionary. The swearing is a relief, by the way.

All this does not alter the fact that the throwing wretch must deposit that god-glowing rubbish where it belongs.
Dustbin! Difficult word, isn’t it? You must have completed at least 5 years of secondary pre-primary education to be able to read, write and, if you’re lucky, understand that word. Or you step into a filth that someone else has had in their mouth for hours.
I believe they call it chewing gum. So plenty of work for the street sweepers and trade for the professional chewing gum removers.

I wrote a few months ago… I’m crossing a crosswalk. To me, there is a person who resembles a human being.
He had the head of an alien monster, but this remark has more to do with my personal views on outer civilization. While the phenomenon enters the white stripes of the zebra crossing to reach the other side of the street, the gentleman carelessly throws the contents of his bags on the street without batting an eyelid. I call on the living being, look at the creature for a moment with my most resolute look and sum up the case as follows: “Now come back” and then point to the ground and to continue “pick it up… NOW!”. Probably impressed by my extremely friendly brown eyes that can sometimes even turn black, the creature picks up the smashed mess and then plops it into a garbage can across the street.
Perhaps the creature in question will leave it out of his mind next time.

Everywhere you go you have people who don’t understand or are just too lame.
Sometimes you really wonder if people are made to make a mess of everything.

During my time with the volunteer forest fire brigade in Spain, I was extra alert to people who just threw away their burning cigarette butts.
In the summer months, we carried out patrols at the fire brigade to point out this reprehensible behaviour, among other things.
It doesn’t take much to cause a major forest fire in extreme drought with all the damage to people, animals, nature and the environment. To put out my cigarette in public spaces (yes, I smoke), I have a small lockable ashtray.
Apart from the above, a filter of a cigarette hardly breaks down or does not break at all.

Then we have another category. People who place their waste next to the container. Nowadays you have underground containers here and there. You sometimes see entire cabinets next to such a thing. No, of course such a cabinet does not go into the container in its entirety.
Have you ever heard of demolishing, reducing and then throwing it in the container? No, many people are just too lazy.
Even too lazy to take white goods to the metal recycling, for example.
While you still get a small amount if you take your old refrigerator or your broken washing machine there.
And who can pay for the extra costs that have to be incurred to get another refuse collection vehicle on site to charge it? That’s right, the community.

If you happen to have nothing to do on a Saturday afternoon, go and dig in your garden.
If you have nothing to hide, such as a neighbor or mother-in-law who suddenly disappeared and then could not be found, then you don’t stop anything from taking up the shovel.

There is a real chance that your garden, especially if the house has been there for more than 40 years, that your garden is full of rubbish that the residents who preceded you no longer needed and just buried it in the garden. From construction waste to household waste.
People used to dump all kinds of things in their garden. Dangerous finds such as pieces of asbestos or shards of glass, rusted pins and nails are not exceptional archaeological finds. Do you want your doggies or kids to step into that mess when it comes up?
The consequences can be dangerous, such as tetanus or shrapnel and cuts.
Apart from the damage to the environment, the garden is not a landfill.

Unfortunately, there are more of these types of illegal dumps than we think. After all, it used to be the most normal thing in the world to simply bury construction waste, including the dangerous asbestos, in the garden. After all, who cares about it anymore?
Grandpa’s socks, animal bones, iron, bricks, shards of glass, everything seems to come up again.
I myself have twice found a rusty firearm in my gardens. Those who once dumped it are proverbially at least to hurry up on.