In our city there are places where the sewage is heavy. Once I was driving with my daughter (she was 5 years old at the time) in a bus and just passed such a place, naturally this "aroma" filled the whole salon. My daughter turns to me and asks:

Mom, is it you?

What am I?

Are you scared?

No, not by me.

Here my daughter turns to the man standing next to him and begins to look closely at him. The man seemed to have heard our conversation. I should have seen his face when he noticed my child’s eye. Restrained from the last strength, she began to explain to her daughter that it was the smell of sewage.