RE CYCLING – THE HARD WAY

My brother once gave me a book when i began dating my lovely italian wife, called HEAD OVER HEEL: SEDUCED BY SOUTHERN ITALY by Chris Harrison. I read it, even when walking down the street, i laughed out loud, people thought i was nuts... little did i realise it would all turn out exactly as it is when living in italy, so to this end, i thank my brother for giving me an insight into how life would be, living in italy.

Admitidly some things work, ok others perhaps not so. After spending three months doing my papers and getting my residency and ID Card a huge part of my time was spent filling out huge sheets of paper for one thing or another and after endless visits to the town hall it did actually all come together. They told me end of January all would be finished, ok 3 days late in February it was.....but......

Take re-cycling as something that does not........

In good old inglaterra it was easy, we had three bins...one green for food and garden waste, one black for things that you couldnt recycle like the odd wire coathanger or a black plastic bag and blue where everything else went to be re-cycled – bellisimo !!

Even in Italy before the mass upheavel of re cycling we had three massive skips at the end of the road and all you did was dump what the hell you wanted in them. The only one people payed any attention to was the bottle bank which suprisingly filled up pretty quickly in a week, the rest it was a free for all, plastic card board tins all mixed together – no one saw you put things in the wrong bin – no one cared......the world can re – cycle, italy can carry on regardless...

Christmas came and went and just after new year a card came through the door...a kaledascope of brown, yellow, black and green with lovely little pictures of an Italian“dusty bin” smiling in that italian way when people think they know what they are talking about.....me i was lost....

So now we seperate everything, absolutley everything. We have more bins in the kitchen than drawers in the kitchen units.  To make matters worse we are sharing the bins with the neighbours, as the village is fazing in re-cycling – transalatedto “hopefully in a year or two you will forget that you are sharing a bin for an interim period and the local council can spend the money elsewhere or keep it”. So now with dumping bottles for example, everyone can see if a) you are an alcholic, b) you drink crap red wine and how much you are pouring down your neck. I am at a loss as to either upgrade my particular tipple or better stil once dark dump my bottles in someone elses bin....

Paper , packaging, cardboard its all the same. Not in italy, we have a paper collection and a cardboard collection. To make matters worse we dont have a bin for paper, so easy, put it in a paper bag and put it on the street. Ok, so you think italy supplies the paper bag- no chance – how many paper bags do you think i have. I thought last week that i had solved this simple connundrum by forgetting to put the bags for shopping in the boot of the car and instead at the checkout i purchased 10 paper bags, that stupid american style that has no handles. After surviving the checkout girl (who seemed to hold the world record for scanning items) and packing my purchases i returned home with my shopping and bags. “What have you bought those for” asks my mother-in – law....digging myself out of a huge hole i reply “ i got these so we had bags for re-cycling”.....”yes but they cost you 3 euros came her reply”....and after she mumbled something in local dialect i decided to bid a hasty retreat before i got into a discussion that i couldnt win !!

I mean paper, you would think that we would have a bin for that, it has to be the biggest thing of all surely, but no we have a bin for food waste, one for wine and then its plastic bags. Which is the other thing that i cant quite get my head around. If we are recycling then why are we putting cardboard in a plastic bag for heavens sake.....

The collections drive me nuts. The topic of conversation at the end of each day is what do we need to put out tomorrow ?? I cant even rememeber what we put out this morning. And with six collections a week i just cant cope with figuring it all out either!!

Me, i have no idea, i just go with the flow.....i know the bin for wine bottles. The one i am “sharing” is three doors away...unfortunatly the old lady is not quite aware that i am sharing it with her just yet, until a neighbour spots me dumping my tipple or the village gossip informs everyone that she has a drink problem i am safe to carry on regardless.....

 

 

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