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 (