Today was our last day in Saint Petersburg, and I ordered some
exceptionally hot burger near the central train station. It was not a
piece of food, I'd say, it was a game, a trick, and a challenge for a
stomach. I didn't manage to eat even one half of it, even though I
used a milkshake to extinguish a fire inside my mouth. As soon as the
fever spread to my nostrils, lips and even beard, I gave up trying to
devour the devil dish. For the several next hours, I felt how a
fireball travelled inside me from the stomach and then through the
bowels. It was not painful but kind of fearsome. Fortunately, no
animals were harmed. Well, except for the cow, I guess.
