I was upset. I remember the time when my father and I were driving the car. The luggage compartment at constipation was in front of us, and we just put a stinking hole bag into the luggage compartment, as a bed. And then the shovels threw the sludge. They also trampled.
There was a deep grief and flies.
There was a germination somewhere in the field, there was an allergy to some flowers. And I went back to the village in the slums, in the shit, in the constipation, and I thought it would be so with me forever :)