The tailor from Kurdistan looks up at the new customer. Show him the trousers and say that they need to be about two fingers tighter. He smiles and says that the only way he will work is to have the trousers marked as they are being worn.
Inside his plywood changing booth put on the green trousers that are much too wide at the waist. Because there are holes in the toes of the socks put the shoes on before leaving. It would be shameful to wander around outside with the toes showing through the socks.
He checks and marks the trousers with two pins, and then go back in and take off the trousers again, put on the black jeans, and leave the box with its curtain. Give the tailor the trousers, and a visiting card so that he has a name for the job.
Buy eggs and apples in the supermarket, also a loaf of bread and some cheese. That is all for the moment there is nothing else that comes to mind right now.
At home pack the bit of shopping away, and flee from the kitchen, which is in a state of total disorder once more. The situation is depressing, and it will stay that way.
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