I go through the bazar today, I walk past the mushrooms, a lady sits, in front of her a table on which mushrooms are flooded, very strongly reminiscent of mosquitoes. I passed by, I think fucking, well, the mosquitoes, the lady probably doesn’t know and will poison anyone. He returned to her:
Good morning, what are your mushrooms?
(with a very pleasant look): the mosquitoes!
I found nothing else to say.