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Scrub in Akkale in vain
Akkale ("White Castle") is a field of ruins from late Roman or Byzantine times near Elaiussa Sebaste in southern Turkey. The sun shines on the remains of a Roman amphitheatre. Crickets chirp and it's quiet. There it smells like citrus fruits and someone is washing off the smell of a stable with rose soap on an antique trough. But it's a difficult task, the stable doesn't want to be washed off. Never mind, there's not much going on in Akkale. You can smell funny.
Two years ago, my Indian colleague brought us all a small roll bottle of disgustingly smelly and very adhesive oriental stuff from home leave. She probably bought it at the airport. It was also great for Muslims, namely without alcohol and I thought it was very nice of her, but I had to throw the stuff outside into the big garbage can because it stank so badly. That's what Akkale reminded me of. But it wasn't so bad either, said fam. Tester M, who already smelled the Akkale event from the room door when he came in and I was sitting at the window. I certainly have a trauma regarding proto-oriental smelling scents.
Since I'm well equipped to scrub off unloved scents, I got batteries. That was a consolation, after all. Also in this respect it was not quite as bad as the stuff the colleague had brought me.
Someone can wear batteries, I'm sure. But I don't. No opportunity at all, no time of year. Not even in a deserted area
Two years ago, my Indian colleague brought us all a small roll bottle of disgustingly smelly and very adhesive oriental stuff from home leave. She probably bought it at the airport. It was also great for Muslims, namely without alcohol and I thought it was very nice of her, but I had to throw the stuff outside into the big garbage can because it stank so badly. That's what Akkale reminded me of. But it wasn't so bad either, said fam. Tester M, who already smelled the Akkale event from the room door when he came in and I was sitting at the window. I certainly have a trauma regarding proto-oriental smelling scents.
Since I'm well equipped to scrub off unloved scents, I got batteries. That was a consolation, after all. Also in this respect it was not quite as bad as the stuff the colleague had brought me.
Someone can wear batteries, I'm sure. But I don't. No opportunity at all, no time of year. Not even in a deserted area
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