A week or so later, neighbors on the other side are attacking one of the trees in front of their house. Standing on the sidewalk and thrashing at the tree with a machette. This time it takes more time and effort and eventually we give up trying to convince the neighbor to stop. It is clear that the fact that a tree is mature and it takes many years to get it to that place, has no meaning or value. Our words seem to have only entertainment value… and yet the next day we notice that the second tree has been saved.
Then, yesterday… I hear a loud chopping sound and look up to see that the huge, I mean enormous, twenty year old palm tree just behind our house is under siege. There is a man with a rope around his waist and he is way up there with his machette, looking as though he was trimming the palm tree. Then it quickly dawned on me “would this guy climb twenty feet to give this tree a slight trim? unlikely!”. And yes, soon I am watching in dismay although no longer in disbelief, as he starts to cut and then chop the whole tree down. There for twenty years, a majestic resting spot for all the birds that fly our neighborhood, and gone in half an hour!
This micro- event on our street gives us a reminder of the challenge that CO2 Bambu faces – deforestation is taking place in Nicaragua at the clip of 70,000 Hectares per year. That’s a whole lot of trees being chopped down at a national level.