In the nice little picturesquely situated at the Franconian Saale city Hammelburg, stink, neither the privies of Afghanistan conditions of the overlying garrison of soldiers abkommandierten, nor that irgendsonstwas could stink there.
Except three.
The first smelled at the local elementary school, then, especially after the extremely unhealthy garlic, which is, unfortunately, not usually supplied by the company Nestle, recommended by the school that his teacher was forced in self-protect against it by him, him in the shower before and after swimming technically clean, bare sack show when soaping! Sexually humiliate them.
The second turn stank at the local high school, so that his father whether "bullying" for him also had to force the change to a new class.
The Third finally smelled so powerful that as the youth office Bad Kissingen appointed to the Grammar School for more than two months of a mentally disturbed child school companion short if its leading other students almost fainting vapors released him from his task.
I wonder just who, in addition to these three, will ever know in this city, which means Stink, or who otherwise the anroch very politically correct.
