What if halfway dilapidated delivery vans with Eastern European license plates are constantly circling through the halfway fine suburban settlements?
Right, junk.
Apparently we are doing so well that we constantly throw away things that we no longer need or want, but which are still good enough for others to use them.
As a rule, only what is really no longer useful is left over for waste disposal.
Over time, you develop a good feeling for what is included and what is not.
The old cross-country skis are gone immediately.
The old chest of drawers also finds its way into an old Sprinter.
Strange that nobody likes the old children's sled and we almost grabbed the neighbor's big white armchair ourselves.
Shortly before the garbage truck comes and takes away the last remains, a walk past the sometimes badly rummaged garbage collections can unfold a certain charm.
Apparently everyone has old boards that have to go, as do old bags and suitcases.
And what ugly furniture sometimes stands on the sidewalk.
Even brand new they were never pretty.
A small children's handcart made of plastic, filled with six pairs of children's rubber boots, is thought-provoking.
Did they all belong to a Steppke?
Or a pair of siblings?
All boots still look good.
Maybe you could have passed it on elsewhere.
Or at least put it out earlier so that a buyer can still be found.
Although some things have changed, we are still a throwaway society.
These bulky waste days hold up a mirror to us.