One day, as a hungry student, I was stuck on vacation in a shelter, alone in a block.
There was no money, food too. In a neighbor-foreigner on the window she found a bowl: stylized under a bowl of honey, inside something looks like honey, smells like honey... this is only a very thick one, barely forged with a spoonful. The taste is sweet. And the inscriptions, most importantly, in a foreign language.
In short, I grabbed something.
And when the neighbor came from the holidays, I quietly watched her search the room, quarrelling: where did this hair removal tool go?! to
I have not eaten honey since then.