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Looking out the window of trains is pretty crazy. A lot of times they go through countryside, which is just an incredibly gorgeous mix of green trees and grass and sometimes blue/brown rivers and red mountains and cliffs and rocks and crazy bright yellow sun. Seriously, it looks kind of like Slumdog Millionaire.
But if you look really close to the train tracks, just every damn foot is covered in trash. Water bottles, drink wrappers, paper cups, anything you can think of, it’s just covered with trash. And the tracks themselves, see, when you go to the bathroom on an Indian train, it doesn’t go to a septic tank or anything, it just goes directly onto the track. And so after a train goes by every day for fifty years with probably a thousand people on each train minimum, things build up after a while.
And so there’s this crazy gradient of dirtiness to beauty that you can see from the center of the tracks to the towns where the trains go through. Right on the tracks themselves, everything is just covered in human excrement. A little bit farther out, you get human trash that gets more and more sparse as you go further from the train. Then you get to the little towns and houses right along the train tracks, which are too poor to buy things to trash anyway, and so they’re typically very clean. Then finally you get to the farms and nature itself, which is perfectly clean.
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