Hi! I'm Orinuki, Moth or Robin, I go by many names hehe. I'm a self taught artist who likes to doodle a lot! I will be speaking both languages but I do tend to post mostly in english here.
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Rant about the wildfires of León and Asturias of the last couple years under the cut.
(TW: Wildfires (duh.), death, grief, and a graphic description of an animal corpse. Be careful pls, this is a strong one but it's important to me that it accompanies the drawing as I don't feel it makes justice to the feeling behind it without explaining what made me draw it)
Not gonna lie learning what that song was about made me cry, it reminded me of the two last years. One last summer and the other on the 22. We lost all of our forests, so many towns reduced to ashes and four firefighters lost their lives. I haven't talked about it much in this blog, but in my other one I was very vocal about it. I cannot stress enough how much we lost.
As an environment science mayor we have classes of a bunch of things, one of them is ECA. Its meant to prepare you to teach the public how to protect the environment. One of the last classes I went to before getting sick, they took us to get formation at the fire prevention station, they were getting us ready to be those who would do their job one day.
I remember how they took us through several rooms showing the forest and different stuff for little kids, acorns you could touch and pictures of animals. We were running around with sheets for different age groups and they would tell us how to make the visits interesting to other people, what information they needed to know.
And then they had the fire room. If was a room meant to mimic what was left after a wildfire. And it was so weird how we all just stiffened up and just. They then gave us a special rundown on group trauma and how to approach the topic with those we taught. Cuz at this point and with all that had been destroyed it wasnt just trying to make people aware or whatever, it was also therapeutic for people. Basically it was a traumatic event that had touched everyone kinda like covid. That includes kids.
And then the lady there pointed the corpse to us. There was a massive picture of a deer all burnt and fleshy, dead. Half of us, me included, didn't even notice it because it was so pink and black and torn down that it hasn't even registered as something that was alive once. It was genuinely horrible to look at. Like I felt nauseous. I hadn't seen one of those before, but it's weird to explain but it felt like all the fucking death of those days and all the grief from watching the news around that time was just condensed in that thing's glassy eyes and it was so fucking weird how bad it hurt not just because of the gore itself but everything else. It was disgusting. I can't even imagine for my classmates who actually saw dead animals during the thing. I am pretty sure I only ever saw one dead animal that way and my brain has just. Blocked it out. Honestly my brain tries to block out that very picture as I type this. It doesn't want to look at it.
The lady asked us what we would do about that with a group of small kids, like around six or eight years old and we all got onto working on how to prevent them from seeing that picture.
And then she told us we were all wrong. Because the kids already seen it.
The advice they gave us it's to not hide it, but not point it out to them. Let them notice. If they aren't at that point yet, they won't. The same way we didn't register it at first, a kid who is too small to understand won't, and won't care. If they do, there are two chances. They won't know what they are looking at or they will. Most of the kids that have gone to them know, they told us, and it would be our work to help them understand the why.
And I find it so weird how after everything it comes down to that. Hearing them tell us about the work they have done with people of all age groups to try and heal about this was one thing, but being given those tools as well was. Odd. Because I don't think anyone in that room had that done to us before at all. If anything I would argue the proof of that was how some minutes after we all piled up on the poor lady when discussing what emergency services were deployed there, because everything with us had been too little too late and many towns were left on their own to fend for themselves and one of my classmates had to yell directions from the top of her car while the fire approached, to old people in trucks trying to save their towns and there wasn't enough people to help because they didn't hire enough. We are angry. We are so angry.
Yet no one talks about this ever. We don't talk about the fires in Leon anymore. We don't ever talk about this stuff. I don't mean to compare, and I'm not trying to diminish their suffering, but everyone talks about the floods of valencia all the time. They get memorials, and every year we talk about the victims and all that was lost, and they are still seeking justice for the people that held emergency services from them for the last minute. But no one cares about León. It doesn't matter that entire towns have gotten wiped off existence, it doesn't matter that they left us alone, it doesn't matter that the sky was brown for days and that we lost the forest with the biggest biodiversity of the world. It doesn't matter that when I was volunteering to feed the refugees most of them where old people who could barely fucking see the cards I was handing them and how the fuck are they meant to rebuild their lifes? It doesn't matter that every landscape I've grown up with is ashes now, and it doesn't matter that a guy almost blew himself and the firefighters out trying to save his town which had been left for dead and he did it. And it doesn't fucking matter that six year olds can fucking point at the gory burnt corpse of a deer and say "I saw that" and not understand.
And I can't believe the only people who still talk about it is those in my field. I can't believe that we are all so silent and it's up to this ladies to put the videos and the burnt trees and the info sheets and all of that and help people process that because else they just won't. Because we just don't talk about it because the world has deemed it unimportant. I'm a fucking environmental scientist. My job should be to tell people how to protect the woods. It should not be that of a therapist. Not because I'm not willing to. But because I'm angry that, just because some people's greed, now I have to and we all carry this and do nothing about it.
I can't believe my life will be staring back at that burnt deer corpse without flinching away or crying just so I can crouch next to a little kid and help them understand why it hurts so bad when they look at it.
I guess that means getting used staring at it even if it's on our own for now
