It's my dustbin!

Germany is quite a playground for those who like the feeling of being slightly responsible for the ecological situation on our planet. For example, it gives everybody the opportunity to sort the litter. The range of garbage containers amazes: paper, packaging, green glass, white glass, brown glass, biological refuse, rest garbage… Most of them are also to be found in the courtyard between the two entrances into the apartment block I live in. This morning I was carrying out the trash and decided to start with the biological refuse the container for which, I believed, was placed some 30 steps away from the door while the others are just some 20 steps away from it. Suddenly the superintendent who was cleaning the courtyard jumped into my way shouting annoyed, “Not into my garbage can! Not into my garbage can!” “I thought it was the only bio container”, I responded baffled. “It’s my garbage can!” went on the superintendent.

Poor, greedy, insane guy feeling such an affection towards a public dustbin… does he indeed rule our house?