I don't think so.
06.17.2006 0 °F
Arlete lives in an unpaved, dirt area off a main road. (Many areas in the city are unpaved or poorly paved.) The houses vary in size and quality. Some houses are made of cement like Arlete’s while others are more scraps of random building material strapped together. It’s very rural while being urban at the same time. Many people carry their own water every morning and throw their used water out in the street. But the houses are crammed all together and children are in the streets all the time. Then there are goats and chickens and dogs and cats all over the place too. A rooster crows every morning at 4am and wakes me from the weird dreams I get from the malaria medication.
Every morning when the WFP car picks me up, we drive by an empty lot littered with trash. In it are all the animals, eating the trash. One day we paused for a moment and I watched a chicken try to eat what appeared (to me at least) to be a large piece of plastic wrap. I’m not sure how an animal could survive after eating plastic wrap all day…but I’m pretty sure the chicken lived another day - to attempt to eat a tin can or something else non-edible.
Unfortunately, for me, that damn rooster also continues to live.