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Treasure and Trash

This was a fun documentary to watch about a museum of things rescued from trash,  Would be interesting to learn the history of these pieces - particularly, the more offbeat ones. At what point did it lose value to the owner and get tossed, were they victims of family feuds, property division, inheritance, down-sizing and divorce. Items of great value to one person but none to the next. Maybe some original owners if they are still around could share the stories of the objects that ended up in trash. I once found a beaten metal painting of the Goddess Durga in dumped outside a trash can. It was a desi family I knew and was a bit surprised to see it there. 

 I asked the lady of the house if it was okay for me to take it and she was fine with it. Once I brought the spurned goddess home and cleaned her up, I was not quite sure what may be the best way to install her back in a way that would be fitting. It is not upto a mere human to rescue a goddess, so I decided that would be over-stepping my authority, So for a few days, I left her on a table in the living room unsure what would be best. She has a permanent place in my home for several years now. When I see her face, I always remember where I found her and much like Molina in the movie, very glad that I did. Unlike him she is my only treasure from trash. 

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