Growing up in a green and small town India, a tree laden with fruit overhanging on public property was a subject fraught with anxiety, disquiet and acrimony. The owner of the property and thus the tree claimed rightful ownership to it's fruit. Others thought otherwise.
Neighbors and passers-by would challenge that claim saying the rights were void since the tree had existed long before the current owner came to own the property. As children we foraged fallen fruit being sure not to trespass. We were aware of treading the fine line between right and wrong.
So many years later, it brings back memories of childhood to read about the Fallen Fruit project. Similar premises but radically different approach. This is fueled by technology rather than the thrill of doing something borderline wrong and the possibility of being rebuked if caught.
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