The very same day I arrived in Kathmandu, the realisation that the capital of Nepal was a gold mine if we talk about trash was an easy and fast thought. Trash, again, is so subjectively called trash that is hard to discern what it is and it’s not waste itself. This case was, Kathmandu’s streets are full of it. Unprotected gold, right there.
Towards a different direction of what I did in Milano, what happened during the short but meaningful staying in Kathmandu was that trash wasn’t coming from my daily waste, but from every other direction. I picked up trash from the streets, I collected water cups, kids and teachers from the school took the time to also save some precious trash for me.