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Pictures from TPST Marunda

Jakarta needs some serious waste management to deal with. Now and fast. Garbage is known as one of the major problems of this city but never have I realized the seriousness of it, had I not visited the garbage dump of Marunda.

I had the opportunity to go there with the talented and blessed friends at C4EO (Care for Each Other), a charity community that seeks to share their lives to care for each other. Bless you the people at C4EO, may the Almighty bless all of your wonderful works.


And for Jakarta, remember this ever more important message:

"Jangan buang sampah sembarangan!"

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