I went to the police headquarters the other day to file some paperwork for my residence permit and work visa. I don't really know what was done, I just did what I was told, followed some people around, handed over my passport when asked, signed here and there. Then it was done . . . I guess.
While waiting, I set next to a very large family from Azerbajan. They all smelled. Especially the kids, of manure and urine . . .
They reminded me of our old neighbors out in the country.
I wonder why its such an offense to my nose, and how it is completely accepted by another.
I wonder if some smells are universally bad.
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