As a child, she was deported to the village to her father-in-law. Food there is disgusting by default (if advertisers knew how REALLY natural milk from a cow smells shit, they would not be quite delicious to advertise a store with the slogan of "village"), plus they are still roasted on the salad up to the sweet blend and everything cooked still smells like garlic. There is no normal store closer to the city - everyone has a natural farm, all business, only buy bread. Naturally, eatable without nausea in the process and without diarrhea subsequently were, in addition to the purchased bread, only raw vegetables and a little fruit (they are almost not grown). And, of course, in the many rural families, it is not customary to "blow down" - I was broken as much as I could. Once the aunt even, stating that allegedly because of me the other children are worse eating steel, urticaria fought, and about locking up in the barbecue with a plate of mesothane cooking "as long as you do not eat" nothing to say. So I speak with the knowledge of the case - not only three days, but also several weeks of the absence of normal food to the ruthless eating of the shit of the child is not inclined.