What happened to our Green Revolution?
My (R)evolution, part 8.
Since April 18 of this year my country of residence, beautiful Nicaragua, has been in a state of “social unrest” as the media still like to call it, trying to be politically correct, or maybe just afraid to put oil to the fire by calling it a revolution.
The events have triggered an unstoppable stream of thoughts in my head, that I have started to record with curiosity.
Although there is quite a bit of violence going on on the mainland, the little island where I live is still peaceful, so fear is not on my mind.
There has not yet been a moment of real panic in which I thought I’d better run now, before it is too late.
(It’s hard to gauge “too late” anyway, before it actually is too late.)
But it is very interesting to observe the shifts that happen in my mind and in the minds of people around me. It is not much of a linear and logic process, which makes it even more interesting to watch and see unfold.
Right around the time when the upheaval started in April, our little island community was gearing up towards a major push for sustainability. The municipal government, supported by an environmental NGO, seemed to be ready to take concrete steps to get our island clean, tackling our trash…
