Pekanbaru, August 26. I try to remind me of that poster, when I'm on the bus. The window and 'the backstage of the advertising', the other side of the same machine: for a few gains, destruction and misery for everyone else. In reality 'is not a coach, and' just a van. But it has the same passengers on a bus, and each time picks up speed ', ie' always, like a suitcase frame Accessibility overloaded, dodging trucks and bicycles of a hair. But I am now almost five hours darting full speed, 'and the view on the roadside and' always the same: palm trees, palm trees, palm trees. Sometimes a piece of forest, every once in a rice field, occasionally clearing an area from which they emerge as blacks claws strains of the trees burned down. It 'a scenario that repeats itself without endless, impossible to believe that na twenty years ago here there were large forests. Yet it is 'so'. Then came the first plantations of rubber, then cut flush with large-scale plantations of acacia, and in the end 'here is oil palm.
As the minibus devours the street, the burned areas are more 'spread. And the results are: widespread fires in Indonesia in 1997 have issued more than 2.57 billion tons of carbon. Since then, every dry season, thousands of fires each year are issued between 0.39 and 1.18 billion tons of carbon. These issues are designed to grow with the conversion of the swamp forests into plantations of oil palm.
And this' easy to say. But to see it for yourself is a different effect. Out the window runs for miles a barren field of ground toasted, always equal to if 'itself. Eventually I dozed off, and when a pocket alarm with a start, you do not know how long after, the field and 'them yet, which runs like a ribbon enchanted. A ribbon that runs, runs, runs to the village of Kualacenaku. The border of the forest and 'come here, with its organization of chain saws, bulldozers and canals.
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