Fake Man.

A meeting with a fake man that struck us took place in the same Batumi, and this story, due to its unusualness and at first glance, fantastic, we singled out in the separate book "Fake Man or Scary Tales from the Spice Store."

“Haya, what is this purple man with a trunk instead of a nose and why does he have so many arms? It looks kind of scary…” the son suddenly asked, pointing to a poster near the store.

"It's an Indian spice shop, Noam. That's great! Let's go in and see what they sell here," I replied.

"Oh, India, a country of spiritual practices, yoga, ascetics and miracles in general!" I thought to myself, passing by the shelves with spices and more and more falling into some kind of strange euphoria.

“Here is turmeric about the usefulness of which I read a lot, we will definitely take it.
And here is another ginger root powder, cinnamon, curry, saffron. . .

What else would you recommend to take?" I asked going up to the seller.

"I think that what you have taken is more than enough. The benefits of all these products are very relative.
Better save your budget and listen to one interesting story," he replied.

"With great pleasure," I responded.

We listened to this extremely unusual, incredibly interesting and very scary story - a fiction told by the spice seller for at least a couple of weeks.
And it shocked us so much that we couldn't help but tell it to you, dear reader.