The coastline landscape of a village with an extraordinary history of civilization, home to hatchlings, a place to rest the boats, which is definitely a meeting between land and sea. The living space of creatures whose essence is a circle of mutual love. However, the scouring of civilization says otherwise through the remnants of the consumption of life. Something familiar is called ‘trash’. Yes, whether it’s plastic or not, whether it’s deliberately thrown or not. In space, their existence is wrong, whether it’s the trash or the person.
Somewhat unique, a large area with the pride of the sea and civilization of the past that is said to be qualified. The hospitality of the resident is inversely proportional to the condition of the coastline. Trash and the beach are side by side with “good” and “beautiful”, nothing seems to happen. Are they tired then being indifferent or are they still hoping for a bureaucracy to solve this problem ?! With the scent of the dynasty that has stuck its straw. Both, maybe, and one of them to be sure.
Not to mention the construction of a sea dike that actually kills their own marine identity. The ship has difficulty in finding berthing space and must always float to the point of shortening its life, the road of the sea turtles to the beach of labor is obstructed. The other options are many, aren’t there people in the red plate circle who are good at mapping the conditions and policies? Are the culture and tradition just clothes to display, and the human side is left on an office desk … ?! Oh, maybe a game of numbers on the paper in the name of the benefit of the people … ?! I do not know, because I am not an officer. Haha!
It’s a pity and unfortunate, a sea area that doesn’t love the coastline and a government that has been established for fifteen years, but is only focused in one area. The individualistic mentality that blends in with the group is certainly hard to undermine, whether it is upper or middle or lower social classes. Ironic??? Really not. This is funny. The satirical sides of life and the international world gimmicks. No need for an event to do good.
Maybe we need ‘Grassroots’ to be planted.
CEMETI 