Sarah is traumatized.
She has seen more than a dozen squatters this morning alone. This is not the brand of squatter that the poms will be familiar with. Tenancy issues. No. These are the guys squatting next to the path beside the railroad tracks, taking a dump. Crapping. Shitting. Laying a cable. In full view of anybody walking past, or any train.
She can't get over how brazen they are. Not only is it within OUR view, but that of their friends and neighbours as well. She saw about five of them, all squatting in a circle at once. I wonder what they talk about at these times. If nothing else, by seeing where their mates are, they at least know where not to step as they leave.
Yesterday, one of the people at breakfast asked if we'd seen the wall a few miles back. There was a row of brown bums cantilevered over the wall, all facing the train.
You may have heard the phrase "the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing." In our culture, it refers to communication issues between different arms of the same company.
In this country, the left hand / right hand distinction is quite literal. Right hand for eating, left hand for wiping your arse. You will often see people from Asia never use their left hand at the table. Maybe that's why they tend to eat with their hands, because only one is regarded as clean enough. Knife and fork must be a challenge with only the right hand.
Maybe that's why someone invented the chopsticks.
Actually, here's a thought. Make chopsticks hollow like straws. That way when the lumps are gone, you can hoover up the soup as well.
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