This is supposed to be a rich village, but the whole area is poor.
They keep telling us that it will stop, but it's not stopping. The government is always saying they'll stop ... But up to now, it's still continuing.
The fish have gone from the rivers because of the noise. The fields are polluted from the oil, nothing grows.
She was arrested but she's still being interviewed.
There is no pleasure to me without communication: there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind that it does not grieve me to have produced alone, and that I have no one to tell it to.
Michel de Montaigne
(February 28, 1533 - September 13, 1592)
One writes to make a home for oneself, on paper, in time and in others' minds.