Love N' Laundry

On a still night in Momchilgrad, a big event took place...the first hand-washing, an initiation into person hood...you really haven't lived until you've lived to handwash your clothes. It was me, a white bathtub, a little bar of soap, and a big-ass pile of dirty clothes. It was painful, but pleasant somehow. We jumped right in and started to get to know each other. There vas scrubbing und there vas swishing. Und somehow thinking about this experience makes me want to talk in a thick Germanic accent, so i vill, yah... Und it vaz dirrrrty, und it vaz vild, und ve made a splishy-splashy. Und die pants danced with die socks, und dey danced around the tidy whities. Und dey splished, und dey splashed, und they did the conga, und they did the hokey pokey. Und the neighbors didn't hear a thing, that's the magic of it! If only they knew what they were missing out on...

Ah, the joys of not having a washing machine... somehow, we all made it out of the experience a little bit cleaner, except for maybe the little bar of soap, which took on all the dirt. Hey, somebody's gotta do it!

Yes, this is one of the modes of entertainment in Smalltown, Bulgaria. When things are calm in your surroundings, you have to take the responsibility to turn the ordinary into something extraordinary because every experience has the potential to be extraordinary, as my dirty clothes taught me. Thank you, dirty clother! My advice to you is: Teach your dirty laundry to dance...every one can do it, some clothes just haven't found their inner dancer yet ;P