So that's it. It goes something like this you wake up, yawn and come up to kettle thinking of making tea, and some people are already knocking at the window and yelling that no one is drinking tea now. That it's some kind of mauvais ton to drink tea, that you are a loser, and all sophisticated girls infuse chamomile.
You did not ask anyone, but everybody is already aware that you are not keeping up with the times, that you are terribly behind, there is no love, the dollar costs three hundred, you need to eat where they all eat, and in Europe it is really a! +$%$! hot. You try to fend off, but they are thrusting photos of Paris into your face, claiming that this Paris is a beautiful city of love.
You go to Paris, there you do not find any love, just buildings stand on the street and Chinese with the Arabs wander the streets. In the Louvre there is a some kind of not pretty aunt around which several hundred people are trying to show interest. You come back and say, "Yes, it was great!", Just to top being distracted by everybody.