Monologue of a Garbage Heap in Havana

Sometimes, I grow so much that I become a giant. I feed off paper, cardboard, fruit and vegetable peelings, scraps of food, bottles, cans, glass, fabrics, tree branches, tables, chairs, windows, tools, rubble; car parts, computer parts, kitchen appliances, fridges, phones, TVs; anything you can possibly imagine.

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