reassembling rubbish

I love rubbish:
- the sound of the metal bins thrown on the pavement of Eastern European cold cities in autumn early mornings (more specifically 5,30 a.m.),
- the incredibly rich conversations one can have with people who sweep the streets of towns. Once I heard more women sweeping the streets in a neighbourhood of Bucharest shouting at each-other across the street: 'Hey you! [in Ro: Ce fa!] Do you want to get to clean the streets in the city centre?!'
Folowed by laughter. Ambition is everywhere.
-the tones of garbage thrown in some huge pits and the screams of the seagulls. Dust and diamonds at the same time, and not only because of the dark aesthetics, but also because of the great profit made by garbage companies all over the world.
-the life of those people who manage to live with little - that little which remains from those who have too much.
-the sadness and to a certain degree, the despair of those who have too much and who start living surrounded by things they do not like any more.
-an exhibition I have missed - on waste - somewhere in London.
- a film I love: Les Glaneurs and la Glaneuse.
-this project: http://wastests.org/ - and maybe some others more