Hélène et Thomas Chassaing fr / en

Almeria (Tomatos Zucchini Watermelon)

Introduction:

Several months later, I was once again in what is commonly called the sea of plastic, in order to learn more. The first days were a little difficult, alone and hesitant, circling around in an old GS (Citroën) that was my grandmother's and in which I slept, I ran into mistrust on the part of the Spanish, and a fear on the part of the migrant labourers.

I am overwhelmed, the air is rank, there are few trees and even less water, large billboards promote various phytosanitary chemicals. Emaciated dogs wander the roads, thousands of bits of plastic hang from stubby bushes; wrecked mattresses, old clothes, suitcases and shoes, jugs and plastic refuse, are heaped up in unruly dumps near the greenhouses.

And especially, the very clear segregation from Spanish society, which seems to me to benefit without any compunction from a whole new wealth here - thanks to this type of "Eldorado" agriculture which according to the New York times generates $ 500 million a year (when only a few decades earlier the inhabitants of this very poor region had to relocate) - and the migrant workers who survive here with or without papers, under infra-human conditions (as I heard later from the mouth of an officials).


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