Small tub, water, detergent, soak, wait, rinse, wring out and hang.
It reminds me of making bread: trough, yeast, flour, water, let rise (in my house we call this "putting on the line"), shaping and baking.
And then, dress or eat....
To hung up. To aerate. Hunging up and airing, airing and hunging up.
I find inhuman (which is not in the measure of the human being, it is not atrocious, it is not cruel, it is simply non-human) the architecture that despises the human being...
The large towel covers the intimate garment, which does not have to be in sight of anyone, no one cares what procession it is worn inside.
But there is always an enlightening point of view.
And there is always someone who looks at it dirty, even...