Wasting

Hi, Guys. How have you been? Good? Good.

Yesterday some of Indonesian students were visiting waste processing plant in Goettingen, including me. It's that colorful building which I thought an amusement park every time we passed by, because it was beautiful. In fact, it's the waste processing plant. Amazing, right? Who would have thought? And it's not far, just on the back of Max Bahr.

So, anyway, we went there around 10.30 a.m. Along with other Goettingers, we were taken into a tour, divided by several groups. They also provided playing ground for kids, cafeteria and of course special desk for quiz. The program was in German, so I understood nothing. I mean, I was just following the tour and guessed what they did. Yeah.

One interesting thing is, even though it was beautiful plant, it processed wastes, so it stank. They showed us the biological wastes which processed with biological agents, you know, bacteria and such. The waste water that had been processed then went to the river, it was not for drinking consumption.

One particular place that really was stinky was this place where they processed...human waste. You know what I mean. The toilet waste. And they showed a machine, which like a cupboard but inside there was kind of escalator, loading human waste - toilet paper and poops. Yes, yes. Poops. And it was so vulgar. The shape, the smell... I was like dying and I didn't breath. But you know what, most of the tour members, mostly old people, they didn't even bother to cover their nose. They were just so serious listening to the tour guide. Amazing!

The tour was about two hours, but I didn't join completely. Most of us, Indonesian, then went to kids playground, watching the kids jumping around on bouncy castle. And as always, we were opening our lunch box, especially those mommies, while other people bought food in the cafeteria hehe. Picnic in waste plant. Who would have guessed?

Since I didn't really understand how the plant processed the waste, I couldn't really tell what's the lesson here. Sorry.

But, at least I knew where the toilet stuffs went after we flushed...