Spoiler alert: this might turn into a rant.
Look at the image below. Scorched and burnt. Not to dissimilar of a WW1 war zone.
But no. This is Miraflores, a middle-class neighbourhood in Tegucigalpa, Honduras. Just three days ago, the land was green, teeming with wildlife. Small flocks of birds skipped through the grasses finding seeds while critters of all sizes burrowed in the earth. It was a pretty sight to open the curtains in the mornings and enjoy the fruits of nature before my eyes.
Now, not so much.
Two days ago, we came home to find the back rooms in our home with a haze of smoke and pockets of grass still on fire over the land. We wondered about calling the fire brigades to snuff out remaining flames. We couldn’t hear anyone close by controlling the fire. The damage to wildlife was done. We were now a little afraid for our own abode. It wasn’t much, but enough to worry us, seeing how bush fires have destroyed so much acres of land in the US and Europe. Luckily the Rain Gods helped us out. The fire died. But like I mentioned, the damage is done.
It’s not our land. I don’t know who’s it is. Nor do I know why they destroyed it. Are they burning it to grow new crops or to build? It’s a growing area; we could find ourselves with neighbours to the back in a couple of years. I don’t know if the people didn’t care about the environment or are uneducated: burning land is a common practice here. II also have no rights to the land. The Alcadia might have a say, especially over the burning of trees. But on the whole, nothing can be done. The damage is done.
I’m not asking for the goodness of the property, or my own enjoyment of seeing nature before me, but I do plead folk for a little more care looking after your planet. You only have one. We know people have to eat and grow crops, but there are ways of treating the land to do so that doesn’t involve burning it to ashes.
Honduras es bello: keep it that way.