Today as any other Tuesday I went to have lunch with my lovely grandmother, lucky for me she didn't choose that healthy soups and salads restaurant. Its not that I don´t like healthy food, what bothers me is the restaurant itself; it has a similar smell to the one of cooked socks with cheese saus, smell that also reminds me of the one of a taxi driver in El Cairo combined with the natural fragrance of camel and dirty street water.
Until then nothing had gone so bad until we went to meet my new cousin and my aunt decided to talk about the day of the birth and describe her problems with pregnancy milk in great detail. Soon my grandmother was in too and I found myself in a traumatizing situation.
ps. Until my next post:)
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