In a damp and poorly lit street, you smell, amidst the stench of sewage and trash, something that feels so familiar. Following the noise of the stir fried vegetables dancing in the wok, you find a street food vendor in a rather cramped place. You sit at the chair and ask for egg fried rice. As the cook tosses the rice, your appetite starts to increase, and the annoying smell of sewage now doesn't seem to bother anymore, being completely overtaken by the aroma of shrimp and eggs. You eagerly await for your plate while you light a cigarette...