At the beginning of the decades, when we were younger and not fully grown with the fat of family relationships, our company had a tradition once a year, in the beginning of August, to go for a couple of days outside the city on the shore of the Gulf of Finland. We talked, listened to music, cooked something and swam there. It was fun, we still remember.
Being in the midst of nature is harsh and ascetic. We tried, as we could, to bring some comfort into this wild life.
And one day, arriving on the place on Friday, one of the first, Egor took over the arrangement of the camp. Among the main tasks was the equipment of the toilet and to solve this problem he took up with all possible responsibility, using false means and natural cleansing.
Having chosen a place, he first excavated the appropriate size of the pit and strengthened the edge, and then even built an improvised chair. The pit was located between several young trees, which allowed to surround the debris with a polyethylene film. The walls were ready. After that, Egor took care of the details. I invented a fastening for a roll of toilet paper. Cut out of the film the valve for the entrance and attached it properly. I did not forget to wash my hands. And finally, remembering that the party would last until the very morning, Egor elegantly resolved the issue with the lighting. On the way were hanged lamps indicating the way, and in the clozet itself was fixed a good walk lamp, allowing the visitor to navigate inside at any time of the day. Satisfied with his work, Egor lowered the entrance valve and went to do the rest of the preparations.
The Dinner. Cars came in one after another. People came out of the cars, pulled out their bags, set tents, sat down at the fire. They made toasts and drank. The fun burned up every minute.
When it was already dark, Anton decided to explore a newly built place for isolation. He entered, turned on the lighting and sat comfortably, intending to make full use of the toilet. There was a loud party nearby. played music. Several people left behind and, standing next to the cars, had some conversation. One of them looked deep into the forest and died astonished: in the darkness of the night a plastic rectangle shone brightly, inside which the silhouette of the sitting man was clearly visible. Theatre of Shadows. After a moment, absolutely everyone in hysteria observed an improvised representation, visibly showing all the mystery, but without extra details. Egor deserved a portion of applause for his engineering creativity, and Anton went back to the fireplace and asked the attendees: "Why are they rotting?Bringing us back to tears.