Scottish International Solidarity Trust

Glorious Dust

 The trees and plants are no longer green as they are covered with dust; the few house that boasted a coat of paint have fused in with the rest of the dust covered landscape; the streets,  the pavements, the busses, the  cars all fit into the one identikit. Dust is in the clothes, the skin, the eyes the hair, the nails, the nostrils of all. We cannot escape it. 

And yet, the boys and girls make their way to school and college in impeacabley clean  school uniforms; only the eyes of the workmen on the building site can be distinguished; the young ladies employed in city offices tread delicately through the streets, some carrying their shoes and others,  quite upset and indignant that the daily experience of avoiding being bathed in dust on the way out of the barrio should happen every day! It would almost seem that the biblical quote, “and into dust thou shalt return” was being fulfilled before our eyes.