دانلود رمان انگلیسی “کثیف و پست”

Um. Wait. Stop. No. Wiping my bum. Look up. A bark-skinned kid with his eyes bulging out of their sockets. ‘Jeez, that’s the biggest s-word I’ve ever seen!’ he shouts, but he actually says the s-word. Up next to him appears a paper-skinned kid. Eyes bulging. Out of their sockets. Cackling; teeth snipping my flesh as he sniffs the air and scoffs, ‘God, that s-word stinks.’ And he, too, actually uses the s-word. Both boys slip their heads down from the cubicle, their laughter echoing off the concrete slabs of restroom walls. I’m squatting, heart thudding and hands scrambling to finish wiping myself before they return. I place the tissue in the toilet bowl and, too ashamed to suss out my own waste, which may or may not be any bigger than any other ten-year-old’s waste, turn my head and flush quick; finger tapping down again and again and again and again on the flush handle. It loses all its weight once the water tank is empty, and then it’s just metal on metal and my mouth swallowing my lips. The water sounds like a stomach-ache as it sucks down the stuff in the bowl — a mixture of gunk and rag and whatever came from the person before me — and then it’s clean again, except for this ring of yellow where the water ends, like pee, but it can’t be my pee, because I didn’t pee. It’s like old pee, like someone else’s pee, like everyone else’s pee. Which reminds me, my dad always said I did a big wee when I was a new baby and the doctor had to cut the skin off my thing. I asked him why, why did you let the doctor cut me, and he said, ‘We don’t call it cut in the mothertongue, we call it purify.’ I slowly turn the lock on the cubicle door and open it an inch; the barkskinned boy and paper-skinned boy are gone, but their bulging eyeballs are still in here, taking what’s mine: that secret deal we make with the toilet every day: ‘Hey, toilet, just between you and me, on the inside, we humans are disgusting.’ I am un-purified.