Sitting in a countryside cafe, unwittingly watched the married couple at the neighboring table and their daughter, at the age of about three years (!!!). The girl was all the time turning around the window, which looked like a small, well-maintained garden. Finally, I asked my mother:
Are we in Belarus now?
Why did you decide so?
It is clean and the flowers grow.
The parents went to bed. And I don’t know whether to rejoice or remember the same joke about the homeland and the worms.