Located in Friedrichshain, our flat is on the ground floor of a large apartment building that encloses a courtyard. Within you will find, among the bikes and baby carriages and a tall tree, a series of large dumpsters for compost, recyclables and of course trash. We haven't yet figured out how the bins are emptied (the only access to the courtyard is through regular sized doors in the buildings) or when they are emptied (seems infrequent so far as they are all overflowing with junk). However, we are hoping that it will happen soon.
Last night, we were discussing this issue with our new roommates when we happened to glance outside and see one of the dumpsters fully ablaze. The fire soon engulfed a second dumpster and almost spread to a third. Personally, I blame the woman who empties her ashes in the paper container, as apparently these fires happen several times a year. I continued to watch from inside as the others ran out to inhale the plastic fumes. Lucas said the flames were awe-inspiring and the molten plastic was glowing blue, but I think he was a little delirious from the phthalates. My highlight of the evening was meeting the German firemen and of course getting rid of all that carefully sorted paper and cardboard.
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Located in Friedrichshain, our flat is on the ground floor of a large apartment building that encloses a courtyard. Within you will find, among the bikes and baby carriages and a tall tree, a series of large dumpsters for compost, recyclables and of course trash. We haven't yet figured out how the bins are emptied (the only access to the courtyard is through regular sized doors in the buildings) or when they are emptied (seems infrequent so far as they are all overflowing with junk). However, we are hoping that it will happen soon.
Last night, we were discussing this issue with our new roommates when we happened to glance outside and see one of the dumpsters fully ablaze. The fire soon engulfed a second dumpster and almost spread to a third. Personally, I blame the woman who empties her ashes in the paper container, as apparently these fires happen several times a year. I continued to watch from inside as the others ran out to inhale the plastic fumes. Lucas said the flames were awe-inspiring and the molten plastic was glowing blue, but I think he was a little delirious from the phthalates. My highlight of the evening was meeting the German firemen and of course getting rid of all that carefully sorted paper and cardboard.
