Every day I go to the visa office box office I get my number I'm waiting to wait, why is not known, every time I get a lot of excitement, documents, passports, photos, money, and what I have to drop the places. I'm on my way to picking it up one by one.
I think the employees who have noticed my clumsiness kindly give me their turn. I'm doing my job right, and I'm on my way back. Yen chaos, metro again, I have trouble finding direction again ... After a few attempts I find my way back home.
I realize that I am hungry as someone who has survived a lot of badges at a distance of 2 stops, boil 1 liter of water and empty it into a pot. Were we using boiling water? Or the soup? I'm thinking of a moment. Then I look behind the package. Anyway, I would say that, and I say, of course, I pour the soup slurry into the sink.
I can't remember the need to add cold water to someone who has been making soup for at least 4 times a week for years.
If I go to the sink in a restaurant, I will mark the main points in my head until I go back to my place; How far can a restaurant's sink be?
Or how hard can it be to find? I find myself in the restaurant kitchen or in an unrelated place. My friend, who is accustomed to this situation, described the way I would go to the grocery store in the back street, and every time I was behind my back, he disappeared. he calls.
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