AND MAN HAD EATEN THE PLASTIC
I love to listen to Gypsy songs.
They are the melodies of the not filtered, not modified, not adjusted emotions coming out of the singing hearts. Their rhythm is always very dancing, slow or fast, no matter, it is like rock'n'roll from the fifties. It is better than rock'n'roll. These songs don't need empowering electricity, they are the conglomerate of the highly vital vibrating frequencies.
So, I was pedaling through European trash dramas, and I was listening to the Gypsies' beautiful songs. And try to compare the Europeans folk popular rhythms and melodies to theses of Gypsies. For big luck they are very fundamentally different, because all beings should cherish the differences, but once are much heavier and much less life vibrating than others. Whatever, when I rode into the industrialized union of the European Gardens, the Gypsies' songs just shouted down. Every intelligent person would fail in a huge consternation seeing what I have experienced. And this place has existed since the sixties of the twentieth century. It means over sixty years of ultra intensive production of vegetables and fruits, which are finally digested by millions of humans living in Europe. And a Human had eaten a plastic. As Human had eaten Earth, it is the title of one very scary eco documentary.
How it is possible that these enormous plastic "GREENHOUSES" are the money machines still today?
Off course, my questioning is extremely naive, but I always liked so much to stay naive, a real power flower kid born in hard core communist reality. In fact, once having crossed the sea of plastic, my fury was so condensed, that I couldn't pronounce a word for a while. Real, oversized and ultra pollutant kingdom of the fake tomatoes, strawberries, roses and Co. designed by the technocrats and businessmen, and built in one land of the rocks, sand and sun. At this point I must mention the amount of petroleum, and it's derived consumed by Europeans who were prospering in the times when the first greenhouses were installed in Provincia de Almeria in the outhern part of Democratic
Federal Republic of Spain. In the sixties-seventies of the twentieth-century, Europe was the biggest consumer of the petroleum products in the world. The Europeans appetite for oil, and its petroleum derived, was a few times bigger than their capacity of extraction and refining. After many thousands of kilometers I have rolled across the continent, my living on earth landing place, I just called this huge union of countries a Diesel Land. Whatever... but however. Plastic is a petroleum product. So...let's proceed with the simplest analysis of the existence of the biggest in Europe industry of the plants edibles, flowers and Co. directly depending ON THE PETROLEUM. The miracle having taken place in rocky and sandy south of Spain wouldn't be without usage of the gigatonnes of oil transformed into plastic necessary to produce the giga kilometers of transparent poly sheets covering the giga hectares of sand and rocks as the greenhouses. The laboratories of ultra exploitation of the plants. And the Sun. Strongly lightening almost all year long, very hippy in the summer, literally exasperating at the beginning of August. I suppose that the economies of oil consumption, obtained with reduction of heating of the greenhouses, have been injected in plastic industry and logistics development. A few guys created a monster, to make it grow a lot of tomatoes and so fast that harvest can happen even three times in a year. These vegetables, fruits and flowers are growing without seeing a blue sky even once during their intensively exploited lives. So, let's continue however this very simple analysis of creation of one plastic giant, from which the polymers thin particles are flying away because of one constant process of natural corrosion executed by wind, into the human world, to the human sources and reservoirs of water, to the human lungs and blood systems. This is what happens, here in Europe, and from quite a period. I really don't write anything sensational, this kind of reporting is findable in many different Media alarming from a very long time about the dangerous presence of synthetic polymers in the human environment. I just experienced a discovery of that view of the amount of the plastic covering the lands on the sides of my road.
It's really huge, and hideous. Of course, my addiction to simple natural analysis took over all of my mind, to proceed an imaginary investigation of encountered facts. All real horror movie ending with a sequence of one abandoned very big greenhouse from which skeleton the shreds of used plastic, dried by the sun and corroded with a dusty wind, were continually dislocating into the thins fibers and particles, melting with dust fulfilling hot Andalusian air. Yeah! Holidays in Spain! Cool stuff.
Simple analysis goes on...So, I am just a random guy, riding my bicycle across the countries. Very little money in the pockets, no specific job, only writing, photographing, and editing. Not possessing any big, or even small home, either any parcel of land. All my goods are transportable in two, maximum three middle size boxes. Ah! Yes! I managed, however, one collection of bicycles. No depending on any health care program, because taking care of My Health, on my own.
Recycling mostly from the mines of scrap and from the street trashes of the big towns. And all these agitations only to pick one good picture and one cool story to write about. It's a kind of way, but everyone should find one. So, OK. I am just a guy exploring the world, because why not. What else to do in life, than to explore? I am continuing on my simplest analysis process concerning addiction to petroleum by the fruits, vegetables and flowers grown in the Gardens of southern Spain. These vegetables, fruits and flowers are massively consumed by a very big part of the European population. So, a few sentences before I have mentioned my personal status, I am a random guy traveling mostly and living wild adventures on the forgotten roads of old Europe, writing and photographing. Actually writing and editing costed me around three thousand euros for three months of travel and in total six thousand kilometers, I rode with bicycle, train, bicycle, walked, rode with bicycle and flight with a plane! . Plus another three thousands euros invested in multimedia tools and production.
So, as a random guy, riding his own path across Europe, I have found myself in a situation which results in my writing here. A colossal amount of plastic has been polluting my existence for a long time, but I pay attention to reduce its presence as much as possible. However, a sea of plastic to which guided me Google Maps Girl, was... I think the worst experience I have collected. I have grown up in a very strange family atmosphere in one country which has become ultra capitalist from one day to another, my analysis processes are constant. My survival is dependent on it. And during pedaling across the region covered with sheets of plastic, I had only one espresso brake. After that, I was pedaling faster, to get rid of this hell. I needed almost two days to find a right road leading to the mountains and to rescue myself from a sea of plastic. I was afraid to film, nor to launch any conversation with African workers riding the electro cheap China scooters. I wasn't prepared for deeper diving. And I had a feeling that without the capability of the fast runaway, any tentative approach to the topic could make it appear quite risky business. So... I just pedaled, eyes wide opened, planning a comeback with something motorized and fast enough to escape from heavy going events. But the analysis process was fully on. I didn't try to calculate an approximate quantity of the petroleum used to grow the tomatoes there, immediately I counted it in giga tones of the tones. A sea of oil. Or, maybe more illustrating would be to precise that one sea of oil was pumped into the industries producing the polymers of plastic, another sea of oil was pumped in construction of logistic infrastructure, another sea of oil into transport and distribution. And of course, one ocean of water has been pumped from the deepest layers of our ground. Mnyamy! One real Gargantua, this Europe... look at that. Poutchy, poutchy...tra la la la. And! At this point, I, a random guy traveling around and recycling-saving leftovers of food from super overloaded supermarkets, I am quasi freaking out so pissed off suddenly I am becoming. I have seen what a waste of energy and health a human is capable of doing.
One sea of oil pumped in industries of plastic.
Without the plastic sheets used to build the giga quantity of the "GREENHOUSES "business wouldn't happen. Plastic sheets usage, rocks, sun and hydroponic technology were and are the fundamental elements of the industry of the fake tomatoes and Co. Giga thousands kilometers of plastic sheets, and of the PVC pipes constituting watering systems.
Giga quantities of the plastic growing and transport boxes, and finally giga tons of plastic packaging. Many brands producing fruits and vegetables in these gardens are proclaiming them BIO...! But...a simplest analysis process goes on. So, we have here one fully plastic situation observation. And plastic is one derived product of oil. One universe of synthetic polymers. A giga huge cloud of the particles of plastic in which the tomatoes, strawberries and roses are growing peacefully till harvest. There comes a stress, but only for a few seconds and tomatoes are hitting the road to finish on one pizza in Rome, strawberries are rolling to the milkshakes in Holland, and Roses are flying to Paris to be sold on the markets and to finish in the garbage, because she didn't accept his excuses. Voilà! A golden business. Naturally, if continuing with this optic, with a sea of oil pumped into the industry of plastic, a sea of pesticides and fertilizers has been pumped into the plants and hydroponic soil. These, also derived from oil, mixed with giga hectoliters of water have been, and are, administered to the nutrition products grown intensively under the sheets of plastic in one constant high temperature of air warmed easily with the sun hitting the plastic roofs. It is a massacre...!
Water used to sustain the poor plants is accomplishing its cycle by returning to the soil and polluting the underground veins with pesticides, fertilizers and polymers of plastic. Good job. Thank you, Elon, for the giga rockets, and for organizing cool spots on Mars. I'll be there.
One sea of oil pumped into logistics construction.
I was riding there, across this plastic region, on the asphalt smooth roads, which were zigzagging between the multi-hectare parcels covered with "GREENHOUSES". Every construction of "GREENHOUSES '' is supported with metal or plastic skeleton, these are the milliards of the pieces which had to be transported and mounted, to install the hydroponic Gardens.
Every "GREENHOUSE" must be connected with a cooled distribution area, from which millions of plastic boxes containing between 20 and 50 kilograms of edibles and plants are exported to all of Europe, every day. One sea of oil, pumped in construction of roads, greenhouses, stock and distribution management, cooling systems, communication systems, pesticides and fertilizers providing systems, fuel stations, Black coffee, cheap wine, cheap beer, cheap smartphones, vodka, cocaine, E-SCOOTERS and fried chips. Voilà! A source of European Breakfast served on salad leaves and tomatoes in slices, yes, and the freshest strawberries bowl accompanied by a glass of concentrated orange juice. And one cup of real fair trade Bolivian espresso waiting for a touch with still sleepy lips.
I ride ma horse far there from this land, not for an old man.
I don't know...eh...! HOW to say, write....MY grandfather was a rich peasant who has won all with his hands. My father was a smooth crafter who built all his fortune with two simple tools. I have wasted so many photo sensitive films, that I learned perfectly the mechanisms of one camera to translate in my mind for my photographic autodidactic education the intensity of light captured through objective and obturator into the kilograms of photons bombarding a surface of ISO sensitive film.
I was listening every day to the monotony of father's work, singing with metronome regular tempo in the atelier. He was using one titanium chisel and one three hundred grams hammer, to carve in the marble. He made a lot of money.
I suppose, this everyday hammering on the chisel to design the shapes in the stone, inspired my way to discover the technology of photography. All this story above was conceived to make a picture of myself as a random guy, rocking around with his pen and camera, who knows however how to use the minimum of energy to obtain a maximum of satisfaction. I just grew up in it. Do It Yourself, because otherwise it will cost you a triple of what it is worth. Me, a kid raised in communism, in a big house surrounded with one big garden which provided enough fruits, vegetables and flowers to make us happy all year. It was a fundamentally important work to execute from the beginning of spring till end of autumn. No matter jobs and other activities, the garden was a nuclear center of our family's existence. So, imagine me, now, a random guy fed with vegetables picked up in a domestic garden, and suddenly lost in the region of the industrial gardens functioning basically on petroleum.
One sea of oil pumped in transport and distribution.
Once I was sitting on the rock of the mountain and counting the heavy trucks following the heavy trucks driving into the entrance of a long tunnel, the first one drilled in the Alps to connect France and Italy. Every fifteen seconds, around, the next heavy truck, transporting twenty tones of "something" was approaching the taxing gates of the tunnel. Four trucks per minute, two hundred and forty per hour. A few thousands per day. The tomatoes grown under the plastic sheets in Provincia de Almeria are traveling in the plastic boxes loaded on the huge lorries which are cruising with constant speed on the superhighways meandering along the Iberia coast. They climb the Pyrenees, and they continue their journey to the supermarkets of London, Amsterdam, Hamburg, Berlin, Warsaw...and so on. The same way are exported the strawberries and flowers are transported with the planes. Voilà…
Another branch of this industry is packaging, where plastic is irrefutably present as a meta medium. All these miracles of technological processes of massive production of nutrition are born under plastic, grown in plastic and exported in plastic packaging. I think I am exhausted from continuing with this simple analysis of the facts encountered during my last ride. It wasn't fun, it is not fun, and it won't be fun. My mind blew up when I was digesting the horror experience lying in a hammock attached between the exotic trees, listening to the waves and enjoying the next sunset. How many of the next generations will clean this poor planet every day? Or...actually, I am quite sure that this planet knows very well how to make her clean beauty. She will cause us trouble, and it will be the end of our cooperation. Voilà.
AND MAN HAD EATEN THE PLASTIC
I love to listen to Gypsy songs.
They are the melodies of the not filtered, not modified, not adjusted emotions coming out of the singing hearts. Their rhythm is always very dancing, slow or fast, no matter, it is like rock'n'roll from the fifties. It is better than rock'n'roll. These songs don't need empowering electricity, they are the conglomerate of the highly vital vibrating frequencies.
So, I was pedaling through European trash dramas, and I was listening to the Gypsies' beautiful songs. And try to compare the Europeans folk popular rhythms and melodies to theses of Gypsies. For big luck they are very fundamentally different, because all beings should cherish the differences, but once are much heavier and much less life vibrating than others. Whatever, when I rode into the industrialized union of the European Gardens, the Gypsies' songs just shouted down. Every intelligent person would fail in a huge consternation seeing what I have experienced. And this place has existed since the sixties of the twentieth century.
It means over sixty years of ultra intensive production of vegetables and fruits, which are finally digested by millions of humans living in Europe. And a Human had eaten a plastic. As Human had eaten Earth, it is the title of one very scary eco documentary. How is it possible that these enormous plastic "GREENHOUSES" are the money machines still today? Off course, my questioning is extremely naive, but I always liked so much to stay naive, a real power flower kid born in hard core communist reality. In fact, once having crossed the sea of plastic, my fury was so condensed, that I couldn't pronounce a word for a while. Real, oversized and ultra pollutant kingdom of the fake tomatoes, strawberries, roses and Co. designed by the technocrats and businessmen, and built in one land of the rocks, sand and sun. At this point I must mention the amount of petroleum, and it's derived consumed by Europeans who were prospering in the times when the first greenhouses were installed in Provincia de Almeria in the outhern part of DemocraticFederal Republic of Spain. In the sixties-seventies of the twentieth-century, Europe was the biggest consumer of the petroleum products in the world.
The Europeans appetite for oil, and its petroleum derived, was a few times bigger than their capacity of extraction and refining. After many thousands of kilometers I have rolled across the continent, my living on earth landing place, I just called this huge union of countries a Diesel Land. Whatever... but however. Plastic is a petroleum product. So...let's proceed with the simplest analysis of the existence of the biggest in Europe industry of the plants edibles, flowers and Co. directly depending ON THE PETROLEUM. The miracle having taken place in rocky and sandy south of Spain wouldn't be without usage of the gigatonnes of oil transformed into plastic necessary to produce the giga kilometers of transparent poly sheets covering the giga hectares of sand and rocks as the greenhouses. The laboratories of ultra exploitation of the plants. And the Sun. Strongly lightening almost all year long, very hippy in the summer, literally exasperating at the beginning of August. I suppose that the economies of oil consumption, obtained with reduction of heating of the greenhouses, have been injected in plastic industry and logistics development.
A few guys created a monster, to let it grow the gigatonnes of tomatoes and so fast that harvest can be processed even three times in a year. These vegetables, fruits and flowers are growing without seeing a blue sky even once during their intensively exploited lives. So, let's continue however this very simple analysis of creation of one plastic giant, from which the polymers thin particles are flying away because of one constant process of natural corrosion executed by wind, into the human world, to the human sources and reservoirs of water, to the human lungs and blood systems. This is what happens, here in Europe, and from quite a period. I really don't write anything sensational, this kind of reporting is findable in many different Media alarming from a very long time about the dangerous presence of synthetic polymers in the human environment. I just experienced a discovery of that view of the amount of the plastic covering the lands on the sides of my road.It's really huge, and hideous. Of course, my addiction to simple natural analysis took over all of my mind, to proceed an imaginary investigation of encountered facts. All real horror movie ending with a sequence of one abandoned very big greenhouse from which
skeleton the shreds of used plastic, dried by the sun and corroded with a dusty wind, were continually dislocating into the thins fibers and particles, melting with dust fulfilling hot Andalusian air. Yeah! Holidays in Spain! Cool stuff. Simple analysis goes on...So, I am just a random guy, riding my bicycle across the countries. Very little money in the pockets, no specific job, only writing, photographing, and editing. Not possessing any big, or even small home, either any parcel of land. All my goods are transportable in two, maximum three middle size boxes. Ah! Yes! I managed, however, one collection of bicycles. No depending on any health care program, because taking care of My Health, on my own. Recycling mostly from the mines of scrap and from the street trashes of the big towns. And all these agitations only to pick one good picture and one cool story to write about. It's a kind of way, but everyone should find one. So, OK. I am just a guy exploring the world, because why not. What else to do in life, than to explore? I am continuing on my simplest analysis process concerning addiction to petroleum by the fruits, vegetables and flowers grown in the Gardens
of southern Spain. These vegetables, fruits and flowers are massively consumed by a very big part of the European population. So, a few sentences before I have mentioned my personal status, I am a random guy traveling mostly and living wild adventures on the forgotten roads of old Europe, writing and photographing. Actually writing and editing costed me around three thousand euros for three months of travel and in total six thousand kilometers, I rode with bicycle, train, bicycle, walked, rode with bicycle and flight with a plane! . Plus another three thousands euros invested in multimedia tools and production.So, as a random guy, riding his own path across Europe, I have found myself in a situation which results in my writing here. A colossal amount of plastic has been polluting my existence for a long time, but I pay attention to reduce its presence as much as possible. However, a sea of plastic to which guided me Google Maps Girl, was... I think the worst experience I have collected. I have grown up in a very strange family atmosphere in one country which has become ultra capitalist from one day to another, my analysis processes are constant. My survival is dependent on it.
And during pedaling across the region covered with sheets of plastic, I had only one espresso brake. After that, I was pedaling faster, to get rid of this hell. I needed almost two days to find a right road leading to the mountains and to rescue myself from a sea of plastic. I was afraid to film, nor to launch any conversation with African workers riding the electro cheap China scooters. I wasn't prepared for deeper diving. And I had a feeling that without the capability of the fast runaway, any tentative approach to the topic could make it appear quite risky business. So... I just pedaled, eyes wide opened, planning a comeback with something motorized and fast enough to escape from heavy going events. But the analysis process was fully on. I didn't try to calculate an approximate quantity of the petroleum used to grow the tomatoes there, immediately I counted it in giga tones of the tones. A sea of oil. Or, maybe more illustrating would be to precise that one sea of oil was pumped into the industries producing the polymers of plastic, another sea of oil was pumped in construction of logistic infrastructure, another sea of oil into transport and distribution. And of course, one ocean of water has been pumped from the deepest layers of our ground. Mnyamy! One real Gargantua, this Europe... look at that. Poutchy, poutchy...tra la la la.
And! At this point, I, a random guy traveling around and recycling-saving leftovers of food from super overloaded supermarkets, I am quasi freaking out so pissed off suddenly I am becoming. I have seen what a waste of energy and health a human is capable of doing. One sea of oil pumped in industries of plastic. Without the plastic sheets used to build the giga quantity of the "GREENHOUSES "business wouldn't happen. Plastic sheets usage, rocks, sun and hydroponic technology were and are the fundamental elements of the industry of the fake tomatoes and Co. Giga thousands kilometers of plastic sheets, and of the PVC pipes constituting watering systems. Giga quantities of the plastic growing and transport boxes, and finally giga tons of plastic packaging. Many brands producing fruits and vegetables in these gardens are proclaiming them BIO...! But...a simplest analysis process goes on. So, we have here one fully plastic situation observation. And plastic is one derived product of oil. One universe of synthetic polymers. A giga huge cloud of the particles of plastic in which the tomatoes, strawberries and roses are growing peacefully till harvest. There comes a stress, but only for a few seconds and
tomatoes are hitting the road to finish on one pizza in Rome, strawberries are rolling to the milkshakes in Holland, and Roses are flying to Paris to be sold on the markets and to finish in the garbage, because she didn't accept his excuses. Voilà! Golden business. Naturally, if continuing with this optic, with a sea of oil pumped into the industry of plastic, a sea of pesticides and fertilizers has been pumped into the plants and hydroponic soil. These, also derived from oil, mixed with giga hectoliters of water have been, and are, administered to the nutrition products grown intensively under the sheets of plastic in one constant high temperature of air warmed easily with the sun hitting the plastic roofs. It is a massacre...! Water used to sustain the poor plants is accomplishing its cycle by returning to the soil and polluting the underground veins with pesticides, fertilizers and polymers of plastic. Good job. Thank you, Elon, for the giga rockets, and for organizing cool spots on Mars. I'll be there.One sea of oil pumped into logistics construction. I was riding there, across this plastic region, on the asphalt smooth roads, which were zigzagging between the multi-hectare parcels covered with "GREENHOUSES".
Every construction of "GREENHOUSES '' is supported with metal or plastic skeleton, these are the milliards of the pieces which had to be transported and mounted, to install the hydroponic Gardens. Every "GREENHOUSE" must be connected with a cooled distribution area, from which millions of plastic boxes containing between 20 and 50 kilograms of edibles and plants are exported to all of Europe, every day. One sea of oil, pumped in construction of roads, greenhouses, stock and distribution management, cooling systems, communication systems, pesticides and fertilizers providing systems, fuel stations, Black coffee, cheap wine, cheap beer, cheap smartphones, vodka, cocaine, E-SCOOTERS and fried chips. Voilà! A source of European Breakfast served on salad leaves and tomatoes in slices, yes, and the freshest strawberries bowl accompanied by a glass of concentrated orange juice. And one cup of real fair trade Bolivian espresso waiting for a touch with still sleepy lips.
I ride ma horse far there from this land, not for an old man.
I don't know...eh...! HOW to say, write....MY grandfather was a rich peasant who has won all with his hands. My father was a smooth crafter who built all his fortune with two simple tools. I have wasted so many photo sensitive films, that I learned perfectly the mechanisms of one camera to translate in my mind for my photographic autodidactic education the intensity of light captured through objective and obturator into the kilograms of photons bombarding a surface of ISO sensitive film. I was listening every day to the monotony of father's work, singing with metronome regular tempo in the atelier. He was using one titanium chisel and one three hundred grams hammer, to carve in the marble. He made a lot of money.I suppose, this everyday hammering on the chisel to design the shapes in the stone, inspired my way to discover the technology of photography. All this story above was conceived to make a picture of myself as a random guy, rocking around with his pen and camera, who knows however how to use the minimum of energy to obtain a maximum of satisfaction. I just grew up in it. Do It Yourself, because otherwise it will cost you a triple of what it is worth.
Me, a kid raised in communism, in a big house surrounded with one big garden which provided enough fruits, vegetables and flowers to make us happy all year. It was a fundamentally important work to execute from the beginning of spring till end of autumn. No matter jobs and other activities, the garden was a nuclear center of our family's existence. So, imagine me, now, a random guy fed with vegetables picked up in a domestic garden, and suddenly lost in the region of the industrial gardens functioning basically on petroleum. One sea of oil pumped in transport and distribution. Once I was sitting on the rock of the mountain and counting the heavy trucks following the heavy trucks driving into the entrance of a long tunnel, the first one drilled in the Alps to connect France and Italy. Every fifteen seconds, around, the next heavy truck, transporting twenty tones of "something" was approaching the taxing gates of the tunnel. Four trucks per minute, two hundred and forty per hour. A few thousands per day. The tomatoes grown under the plastic sheets in Provincia de Almeria are traveling in the plastic boxes loaded on the huge lorries which are cruising with constant speed on the superhighways meandering along the Iberia coast.
They climb the Pyrenees, and they continue their journey to the supermarkets of London, Amsterdam, Hamburg, Berlin, Warsaw...and so on. The same way are exported the strawberries and flowers are transported with the planes. Voilà…Another branch of this industry is packaging, where plastic is irrefutably present as a meta medium. All these miracles of technological processes of massive production of nutrition are born under plastic, grown in plastic and exported in plastic packaging. I think I am exhausted from continuing with this simple analysis of the facts encountered during my last ride. It wasn't fun, it is not fun, and it won't be fun. My mind blew up when I was digesting the horror experience lying in a hammock attached between the exotic trees, listening to the waves and enjoying the next sunset. How many of the next generations will clean this poor planet every day? Or...actually, I am quite sure that this planet knows very well how to make her clean beauty. She will cause us trouble, and it will be the end of our cooperation. Voilà.
