Given community rules, all obscene words have been replaced. Instead of the word “failure”, one should take another, designed to give juiciness to the story.
During my passionate 11-year-old active love of travel, I got some enchanting setbacks caused by the weather, my stupidity, or my mindless weak asses. I let each of these failures through me, like duodenal sounding of the times of the USSR, if you understand what I mean! This is when at age 14 you sit with a pipe out of your mouth. The diameter of the average anaconda. Tube diameter. Young nurses sympathetically ask for your name. And you smell of freshly squeezed gastric juice.
Empathized on others. He worried, aggressively snorting. He distributed the blame between those who happened to be nearby, the famous falling lamp on the coffee table and the modern device of the world. He became such a subtle kind of himself, cutting people around and every time he acted like a negligent plumber, praying that he would return and fix it again. But I never fixed it. Continue reading