August 21th, 2017
Whenever I go to the toilet, I want to scream for help. Not
the culture of common cleaning, but the culture of common dirting...
The soap dispenser is broken. Everyone carries their own
soap. I always forget and return in the half-way to bring it. It’s my turn for
cleaning there today. The hardest part for me is cleaning the WC for men. I got
used to it later. Don’t get used to if you can... But whenever I enter, I move
a step forward and three steps backward. After 10 minutes I was with the
cleaning, there were glasses of green tea in the sink. I have got problem with
those green teas. I have a problem with the children having bath and the dishes
cleaning in those sinks. There are bathrooms near the kitchen! Are they too
lazy to go there? However, most probably the drain pipes of bathrooms are
clogged... We need three more dots here!
I am a cleaning addict. I go to the toilets before I take
children, make a quick clean, and then I take the children one by one. Then we
straightly go back to our room.
In Ramadan, every sehri (meal before fasting early in the
morning) people get into a long line to rinse their mouth. While they were waiting,
they were chit-chatting and making the line unbearable! Once an Afghan came and
said ‘assembly, assembly’ cheerfully, looking at the line. However, I was on
the verge of vomiting every night…
Assembly for someone, unpleasant memories for others…
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