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 We are just the third generation building a throne in the toilet, white as death and covered with soft velvet surrounded by flowers perfume soaps creams ironed towels. Aristocratic privilege, worthy French patent for princes and kings amusement. My grandparents dignity evacuated in a hole, they always knew where it ended their domestic product! Now we pull a chain, push a bellows, hear the roar and forget about it. Except when the nauseating scents rise up to the surface, or when the district is plagued by rats. Most ridiculous in modern caravans is the bathroom, no doubt. We are so accustomed to separate cabin a bit ‘shame to show squatting with flagging pea and pendulous boobs, because everything must be on vacation the copy of normal life, as well as engineering of leisure has designed these bulky booths requirig specific products for proper storage of excretions and create de facto a virtual sewer system extension through vents that open wide in the Open, welcoming scents unclean to channel them into municipal sewages. That is, you fall away from a network to connect to another, more uncomfortable and sometimes even for a fee! Demented. They say that in a hole is not well, is wild. Sunday tourist takes behind him chinese boxes one inside the other. A reservoir for clear water, one for the gray, one for the black. Let’s talk about it! At least in two or three weeks savvy gypsy uses toilet as a wardrobe and goes to dig a hole in the field as grandparents and grandparents of his grandparents did, or learn to blend in the bathrooms of public premises.
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 These matters are not talking almost never in the chronicles, if we read some history books we should think that holy men and superheroes never produced shit in six thousand years of writing-era. Ancient Egyptians did not contemplate any specific symbol to represent urination act. Yet the first thing they teach you in warfare barracks is give you a set because there is a time to fight and a time for shit, confusion between one another could seriously affect the outcome of a battle: may we imagine the great general leading a partisan assault and the red shirts retiring in a field of corn on the cob? Shit is so important that we are forced to synthesize it in the laboratory to fertilize fields, but woe to talk about it! I always thought chemical water-closet inventor were to have some problems with erection… When you live in six-meter train, you can not tolerate the stench rising from mechanic bowels in summer, it’s an aberration! Bandvan is for eat sleep make love, the rest of the day you live outside your motorhom, in the midst of the people. Otherwise you better stay in some attic with lawn chairs and sunbathing! At best you take a parrot, a sicky pan, never know you were cramping intestines by snowfall in really unconvenient! Emergencies stuff. Usually one seeks services outside of the vehicle. When possible in public toilets, which are there on purpose. In the highways you will also find showers, a hot foot bath, then no one is going to watch how long you step inside: a respectable truck driver has its time, its intimacy. Moreover, today you can see bums ridin’ spaceship and those by mule, when you don’t find at your sphincter rivers hills grasslands immense skies immense love, you have to adapt in some way: inns, taverns, wineries. Tell me if there is soap and tell you if I want to come back … Another story, we later sing. — (To be continued)
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