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THE FAIRY TALE ABOUT THE BANANA LEAVES

( Update: 06/01/2015 )

The fairy tale about the banana leaves 
Once upon a time, not old old, but it was only about 30 years ago. Meanwhile, I was just a little boy about 10 years old, live in rural areas, under the roof ambient poor but it was peaceful, quiet, and especially clean. 
Around plenty of banana growers. My house banana fruit not only to sell but also leaves. Banana trees leaf out plenty long to spiraling skyward, with leaves as big as the boat lull baby hammock, she chose to cut the two vessels, stained dark green leaves. The higher the level of banana tree two sisters, so she had to use a sickle tied to a bamboo pole range that cut the banana leaf.

One afternoon she cut a few dozen leaves. So, my sister pulley side leaves out of the ship. Pulley how to intact leaf sheath material. Sisters and I sat wiping the leaves to remove dust and bring it across a sun deck. In the afternoon the soft banana leaves started, so they used to package the new "cake" is (that day whenever I eat something called "cake"). Sisters and carefully roll the leaf sheath into each stack.

Early the next morning, her two banana leaves bring to market to women, the sisters sold away, selling potatoes, pickles sell, sell fish ... The ladies, the sisters use banana leaves to wrap the whole "cake" . Two sisters exchanged contracts to buy less sticky, buy potatoes for them to eat. Needless to say that sticky and hot potatoes that she bought two because it was beyond delicious taste of the "cake" was blended with the aroma of banana leaves.

Then "open". Behind the "door" is not a fairy scene, mallow, anticipated or Snow White appears, instead, the market economy, international trade.

Then do not know who first entered Vietnam machinery, equipment and materials to produce plastic bags. But since that day, I began to see countless plastic bags strewn everywhere. It is no longer package "cake" with banana leaves again but quickly instead of plastic bags. That day, I do not understand the profound impacts of plastic bags on the environment but hate it because:

Firstly, it smells bad. These "cakes" are wrapped in plastic bags infection is always the stench of it. Second is noise xoat marinade each time you open plastic bags take "bread" to eat. Thirdly, it flies scattered around the village from the beginning to the end of the village, which looks very messy. But the poor boy, but I do not like the clutter.

The boy in the fairy tale hour day became men over 40 years old but still warm memories about "people" take away the taste "pie" delicious wrapped in a banana leaf. So, he decided to find out is the ugliness of plastic bags and the actions of nations in the world in reducing use of plastic bags