I was raised having at most two baths every week. Besides, in the house where we lived normally, there wasn't even hot water. Every time we had to bathe, we went to a second house about 15 km away.
I was surprised when I began to be told at school and to read in textbooks we should have a shower every day, and it made me a little uncomfortable, but I didn't tell my parents, because I didn't want to offend them.
This grew much worse in my teenage years. My parents considered our habit perfectly good, and there was no way I'd convince them to give me a daily ride to the house where I could have a shower with hot water.
I still remember the shock I felt one day, at school, when I noticed how awful my finger smelled after rubbing the edge around the base of my ear, which naturally hadn't been washed in a few days. It hadn't ever smelled so badly, so I think puberty was helping me smell much worse than I did as a little boy.
I was in a rather posh school, and my classmates soon began to ask me very embarrassing questions about my hygiene habits. I decided to have a cold shower every morning before going to school. Surely enough, my parents declared this behavior to be yet another symptom of my mental illness, and an unacceptable weakness of character for wanting to yield to peer pressure. They told me having a shower every day is one of the many vices of modern life and a luxury, and didn't forget to detail how it was unthinkable in their youth and therefore there's absolutely no reason to change habits now simply to please the fickle demands of society. When I told them I could feel my own body stench, they sarcastically replied I must have dreamed it.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.