I am a person who does not like to stay at home. I like going on trips, festivals, parties. I like to meet people, to visit all sorts of places, to be active and sociable. But when I think I'm leaving home for a long time, I remember some moments when I was little.
I was about 6 years old, me and my big cousin went to my grandmother in Brasov. Like any person, after a while, I came to pee, so I went to the bathroom on the train. The closer I got, the more I felt I could not breathe. I got in front of the bathroom door, it was all full of something like a gelatin. I opened it with a napkin, I had not seen anything more dirty or disgusting in my whole 6-year-old life. I'm not going to get into details because it would make me sick too. I still wanted to do it, so I went to another bathroom in another wagon, bad choice, it was even worse. And I went to the third, fourth and fifth baths ... it was getting worse and worse and guess what ?! Worse! I got back to my cousin after about half an hour, I did not say anything about it. I sat down and all I was doing was folding right to the left because I had not been to the bathroom yet. After a few minutes, the train had a stop for 15 minutes, so I went to the bathroom in that station, I had emotions.
When I entered the building, I was told that the bathroom is outdoors "how do you get out on the right" WHAAT?! I walked almost crying, I turned to the right and saw something made of wood with a half moon on it as in movies, like any grandfather in the country in the back yard and full of flies coming out of it. I had a few more minutes and I had to get on the train, my cousin pushed me into the bathroom and told me to stop being moody, but he did not understand that I was close to the toilet height, while he just had to stand up. I was in and I was afraid to open my eyes, after a few seconds after I pray.... .......... to be cleaner, I opened my eyes and saw a Turkish bath. It's like a hole in the floor, and you have to struggle to sniff it and do not mess with shoes or even your pants. I was happy because I managed to do my job without touching anything absolutely dubious. When we got out of the bathroom, we went directly to the train.
The story had a happy ending, but still I was marked by the toilets in the train, even if there were other trains 10 years ago, just joking, now they are even worse

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