Before my European friends get all spun up about the title of this post, I’m not talking about human beings. I’m talking about trash. In Europe. Lots of it.
All over on our travels through Europe garbage is omnipresent. I first experienced it over 15 years ago during “huelgas de basura” (garbage strikes) in Madrid. For weeks at a time sanitation workers would go on strike and garbage would pile up in the subways and the rats and mice would grow too fat to scurry away from cigarette butt flinging commuters. Piles of garbage as high as my head piled in some corners of the metro.
More recently, while vacationing in Crete, I decided to go snorkeling on one of the famous “black beaches.” What did I see at the bottom? Tires, typewriters, bottles, cans and debris of gosh knows what else. I spent about 60 seconds in that water.
Graffiti adorns every block of historical Prague. Churches, museums, even the castle is not immune. I’m not talking the Lennon wall here either, folks.
Everyone in Europe talks green but my personal experience is that most of it is out of ignorance or plain old bluster. To put it to the test, I tried to recycle some electronics one Saturday last year and found myself taking a 40 minute drive to the other side of town to the only sanctioned junk yard only to be told that they wouldn’t accept and old stereo. They didn’t like my Czech ID and told me no. I eventually forced it on them. No wonder people leave so much crap on the side of the road.
When my generation grew up in America, we were repeatedly bludgeoned over the head with “don’t litter” campaigns, Woodsie the Owl saying, “Give a hoot, don’t pollute,” and even some ill fated kangaroo that tried reverse psychology in personal responsibility by proclaiming, “Let George do it!” However, it worked. I don’t do it. Not even a tapa napkin. On the other hand it’s quite obvious that Europeans have had none of that in their daily lives. Or, if so, they didn’t pay attention.
I can go on about European hypocrisy. They say the American lifestyle is unhealthy? OK, compare them to infamous European smokers – not only the French. Americans are fat? Have one look at an Italian beach and you’ll believe that all American tourists have traveled to Italy, are tanned and speak Italian while gesturing wildly. Loud, ugly Americans? Have you ever been in a beerhall in any of these countries? Obnoxious? Have you ever stood next to an unshowered French smoker? Pushy? Have you ever stood in a Czech excuse for a “line?” Rude? Have you experienced what passes for customer service in Europe? Vulgar? Ever seen a British stag party?
Having lived here over five years tends to strip away a portion of the romanticism of the idealized Europe. Don’t get me wrong, living here is still great. I just don’t think the Europeans have a leg to stand on when the claim superiority in so many different ways. I’m not saying that America isn’t without problems of its own. I’m just saying we’re not the only ones.