The Voice of an Island

Katalina tried to imagine that same place now in her mind. It was hard. She
was continuously struggling with the realities of a place that was so different
from her grandma’s stories – a place all dried up with dust all around, litter
everywhere and the air so polluted one could hardly see beyond the once
admired beautiful gardens of Vailima. Every day, as she walked to school,
she would see her neighbours throwing rubbish down the hills of the Alaoa
Valley, families burning their rubbish in the backyards and big companies
cutting down forests of trees. She felt hopeless as a kid, that she could not
in any way tell them to stop.
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