There are a growing number of documentaries showing just how much of the American water supply is being privatized and bottled, moved just out of our reach behind storefront displays. Water. The stuff we’re made of. It’s sickening to imagine that day where the poor can’t afford this most basic requirement.
These films have been eye-opening and saddening, but being in Italy brings my anger to a whole new level. Fountains can be found just about everywhere, and not the kind that you put the kids in front of for a photograph. Clean, potable water available twenty-four hours a day. An equal opportunity resource providing a pit-stop for scooters, the wealthy, dogs, the homeless, gardeners, overcharged tourists, squatters, everyone. I’ve never been to a country that places something so simple yet so necessary at the feet of its people.
The arguments over the rights of American citizens will probably continue forever. Healthcare, assistance for the poor, help for the unfortunate, on and on and on. Sharing my opinion on the rest of it is just another internet person bitching into the void.
But water? Really?
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