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  • These months I'm spending back at my parent's house are full of memories and melancholy.
    Today I walked around our little village with my uncle. He showed me where our politicians decided to build the new highway and the new high-speed rail line. Last month every works on this enormous building site stopped: there was a great scandal. Toxic waste was probably being hidden as a construction material.
    Our beautiful countryside was betrayed and destroyed two times in a row: first they razed everything for a pointless new highway and then they put a dangerous material in it!
    My uncle sadly laughed while thinking about my old Grandad, who survived two wars cultivating this land. He was so happy he wasn't alive today: he couldn't see this waste land.
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