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Poppy, Lizard, Garbage

We had another visitor with us at the weekend, so it was off to Kruja once more. I came across this poppy growing in the garden of the Ethnographic Museum.

While we were walking down the cobbled lane towards the Bektashi teqe this lizard ran across the path in front of us then headed vertically up the wall, stopping long enough for a photograph before scuttling off again.

There were plenty of other visitors there, including a few parties of school kids on end of year trips. Unfortunately, nobody seems to have taught them to clean up after themselves and their teachers didn't care so both students and teachers dropped their litter everywhere. As a result, this is how the area round the castle walls and the tower looks:

I felt sorry for the guy at the Skanderbeg museum who always tries to keep the area around the museum clean, picking up litter and emptying the bins. It must be frustrating to see such a lack of respect from so many people.

Comments

ITS said…
I love the lizard pic... reminds me of my childhood... when we used to go chasing them around trying to smash them with rocks...

I had never stopped to think about how beautiful and harmless these creatures are...
Anonymous said…
sa sad
Anonymous said…
i never understood boys. They were always so violent and a bit evil. Why would you want to crush a lizard? My brother used to do the same thing!
Anonymous said…
out of all people the teachers shouldn't ahve done this!
ITS said…
Anon,

I agree with you that it was sad... I guess we did it because nobody told us that it was wrong. It took another 20 years to figure it out on my own... Animal cruelty was not (still isn't) a big deal in Albania, where crimes against humanity reigned for 50 years.

When I have my own kids I will make sure to teach them that it's our duty to protect lesser beings...
belle_fleur said…
Its a shame to see so much litter and trash in such a historical place like Kruja. I guess Albanians will never understand the importance of a clean environment otherwise they would not do it.
Anonymous said…
The poppy looks like the Albanian flag

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