It happened yesterday in the local Fifth and like that it burst into the soul.
I stand at the box, from cheese products and a bottle of wine. I am 90 years old, but I don’t look at my age at all, so I’m still asking for a passport.
I don’t look 17 years old, but I’m still young.
It is my turn, I get my passport on the machine and show the cashier.
He looks at the passport and me and there is a funny dialogue.
So you’re nineteen, why should I look at the passport?
I’m always asked, I look young, I’m used to it.
So you can move a little, it’s time.
It was so sad (