recently is so cold in Paris. In December the difference where you live burn caused to offset the chill of -4 ° C, for 10 ° C and you can even see the blue sky. It makes you think that spring is approaching, which will flower plants, and the city comes alive. Dreaming of spring. But then, some people within the city remind you that not everything is rosy in the spring.
I admit, I'm obsessed with the bad smells. I know you already spent a post on the subject, but I have not finished saying what I have to say. Above all I realize I'm talking about the subject compulsively when I say things like " shit, yes the French smell bad" in front of the French. It's like a Frenchman to come and tell me, " shit, Venezuelans themselves are uncivilized" , and let's face it, people in Caracas he pees on the subway, the streets smell of sewage and no part of Venezuela get a quiet place, nice and polite. But that does not mean that all Venezuelans are uncivilized (only 70%), in the same way that does not mean that all the French smell extremely bad (only 50%).
I'm not a saint. This month has been hell. I have not stopped studying. I only take breaks to write on the blog because I liberates the mind. My diet consisted of crackers in the morning, sandwich for lunch and dinner Chinese soups. Not to mention the harmful amounts of coffee, which do not make good mix with my gastritis-pre-examinis . And as for me personal hygiene, even when I shower every day, has not been the same. Yesterday when I finally gave the two research papers, I felt liberated. Even I have the final exam ahead of the keynote, but not the same three tests have outstanding written, oral examination and two research papers, only a test. On Wednesday January 19th is the day of liberation.
yesterday to get home after so many sleepless nights, I swam for half an hour. I let the water fall, get lost, and all my muscles relaxed. Took the opportunity to test all the soaps I have and I even felt like a shampoo commercial. When I left I felt fresh, clean, clean. I wore clean clothes, fresh, clean.
When I arrived at the lecture, I sat where I always stop in the second row attached to the left. Suddenly, I feel an indescribable mixture of odors. When I turn, was a Arabic. (Point to the French, applause) Stinkhjid sat right at the time the teacher began the class. I could not shift, had two hours of classes ahead. FUCK! I feel like Patrick Suskind describing Perfume of Paris. To start this man had a breath like shit, literally. It was as if his bowels were full and the smell come out of his mouth. Later that sour smell, horrible, the stench accompanied by lack of hygiene in general, a smell that I describe as "sweaty ass." Finally, to the feet. I think that this man had not changed the mean since 1987. The smell of his feet pierced his shoes. To make matters worse, Stinkhjid had the flu and could not stop sneezing over.
And here is my version of the resistance of Paris. I felt the stench of this man to attack at all levels of my being. The moral and psychological damage I have suffered is evident. Having it so close, knowing that the smell sticks, it was like fighting the battle of my life. I did not want the same thing happen as with the homeless. I had to take defensive position, and to attack position, to avoid that hit me STINK. First of all I tried to get away as possible from Stinkhjid. As the arena where he was least I could not but 20 inches of additional distance. Besides this son of a bitch the more I am away, plus it was coming. At one point I turned to him and just told me je suis Desolé and followed. Damn, do not apologize, STAY AWAY!! I closed my arms as ever, was tense from head to toe. Time passed slowly. I asked God to make me get used the smell. But no, every second was so intense as before, and were 7200 seconds: hell! When I left school, went out. I met a friend and the first thing I asked was: "Tell me the truth, please, can I smell bad?" Even though she insisted that no, as always laughed my eccentricities.
I go out with a pressure hose and wash people. Type a fireman who puts out the fire of a city. It can not be. Because it also will become an epidemic. If the smell is stuck, and there is 1 damn stinky for every 20 inhabitants of Paris, is only a matter of time before all hell Olam. What gives me more panic is that nobody seems to be worried. WHY THIS DOES NOT COME IN THE NEWS? Do they not realize the seriousness of the matter?
Able is I have a hormonal problem, or am just crazy like the other 100% of cases. But my god, it smells bad, and all because of the 14 degrees which have risen in the last month.
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