The Invisaible Dump

 

Give them hell, Mr. Cañete

I am asking the EU for less favoritism and more regulatory acts about environmental impact in Spain. This is a joke, in a lawless country of old legends.

This villager, traditional and probably a bullfighting supporter, has for 13 years without any license been dumping toxic, ill-smelling and contaminating liquids into a basin which, if it has not busted yet, is close to that. It may seem un-understandable but he received a declaration of public interest, which was probably published in a silent government bulletin which no one understands and of which no one was aware. And an environmental permits, on the condition that the basin be cleaned out every year after the olive harvest. That, of course, he never did. At least, he wasn’t able to make it bigger, the size of a bullring, because his land isn’t big enough, in spite of having defrauded a neighbor with false data.

It may seem unbelievable but I lost the lawsuit I brought against the local city administration which came out winning and, as follow-on, favored an environmental criminal, with the judge asking where he should dump his liquids. Of course, I appealed the sentence and am still awaiting the new sentence. In recent times, he has become more aggressive, as city hall has now denied his permit and closed the case. He goes on dumping his stuff as the wind blows, in the mornings and evenings around 8:45pm, they say.

An expert at destroying fences and walls with tractors, he carries with it anyone who stands up to him, telling stories about the civil war and what he would do with a rifle.  How he dumps the stuff is a mystery, does he do it underground? One only has to look at the conditions in which he maintains his mill. His inundated neighbor had to leave the house, whilst he lives well perfumed in his chalet in Alcossebre, and to hell with the ill-smelling citizens of Alcalá.