The next morning.

Rebecca came out of her room fast and reached the dorms just to check on Benyamin. She found him brushing his teeth with his finger. And he was using salt.

“Don’t you have a brush and toothpaste?” Rebecca quickly asked. “You should have asked me then.”

“No, I’m fine with this,” Benyamin replied. “The smell of the chemicals in the toothpaste just makes me feel nauseous, so I’m fine with just this sea salt.”

“But… will salt be enough?”

“It’s enough,” Benyamin gave a thumbs-up. “In fact, I’m worried about you because you’re using that chemical-ridden toothpaste which dullens your brain.”

“If they dullen the brain, then why would they promote toothpastes so much on television?”

“They will promote everything that will make them money while keeping the people sick, so that they will not be able to think clearly and would rather depend on the government to think for themselves,” Benyamin smiled.

“That’s not funny,” Rebecca hissed. “I have to go and brush my teeth. And I’m f