This feeling of indescribable discomfort, or discomfort settles slowly but surely, and where no one prepared you upon arrival.
Like the kind of time you keep concealing your hygienic protections of shame that someone notices. In progress, at the recreation, try to extract from your inner pocket a jean too tight and as discreetly as possible your towel and close the palm of your hand, while desperately pulling on your sleeve to try to stretch it, but in vain, it will never be able to lie down, then to the toilet. And you forget to ask a friend to walk behind you to check that your jean is not cheated.
Yes, what was to happen and come. A deep moment of loneliness.
