Finally, away from Chlorine. I spend almost all of my time attached to that stupid Chlorine atom in a compound called Bromide. At last, this guy named Antoine Balard separated us. I overheard that it was the year 1826 when he found me, whatever that means. Maybe it's important to you. Once this guy separated me from that Chlorine, he got all excited, and then he commented that I stank. Maybe that's why he named me Bromine, which is from the Latin root bromos, which means "stench." I don't think that is very nice, but I guess its true, seeing how people's eyes water after my fumes reach th…
