Thursday, 12 January 2012

Chapter 98 The park

Next to my school is one of the few parks in Nablus.

It could be beautiful. But it's not.

Carpeted with trash and broken glass, most of the jungle gym facilities are broken or falling apart with chipped paint.

People also bring their horses there to graze. 

It gave me great joy one day to see a group of young men and women who took the initiative to form a park clean up group and volunteer their time on the weekend.

Trash builds up though and within a few hours it looks like a passing hurricane unloaded a compost heap on its way to somewhere warm and exotic.

Some pictures for you.

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