Scary Hygiene
They have a chain of railway loos or "hygiene control centres" here called McClean's. I think they exist in France Germany and Luxembourg as well. The loos are like entering some Swiss nuclear laboratory, and they are very, very clean. In fact they are downright unnerving.
The problem is that they are patrolled by a squad of cleaners (all women from what I can make out), and they leap into the WC as soon as you leave. On the face of it to clean up after you, but I mean... I spend more time in the loo cleaning up after myself now, making sure there is no sign of mischief, or dust along the top of the door, not to mention any unmentionables. Think of the red face you'd have. And if you happen to let rip a smelly one? Forget it - you're stuck there for a while. Unfortunately being like a Swiss nuclear establishment these cubicles are hermetically sealed.
My greatest fear is one of those giant stools that just refuses to go away. What an embarassment - or maybe pride for some people. Another risk to look out for is nipping into a cubicle before one of these nice lasses has been in to check it out. What if your predecessor had left something distasteful? You'd have no option but to clean it up yourself.
(This post is a tribute to Billy Connolly)
Lorsque je vivais au Maroc, nous pouvions partager une cuillère avec un bédouin édenté pour manger un yaourt. Cela ne nous a jamais rendu malade de manger sur un souk, de plonger la main dans un plat commun(la main droite la gauche servant aux ablutions, et surtout prendre ce qui est devant soi).
La pudeur de soi disparait lorsque l'on est obligé de recourir à autrui. Pour des lavements lorsque les "effets colatéraux" aux traitements apparaissent.
Pour des soins lors que l'on est alité et immobilisé.
Ou parce que l'on retombe en "enfance" pour cause de vieillesse.
Les enfants, les animaux n'ont pas de pudeur. Tout leur est naturel.