Thursday, 23 April 2015

Morning in a new city

As I get out and close my hotel door room it creeks and I put on the golden and silver lock at the door. I glance out of the balcony. People are busy with their lives. I walk down the stairs and pass the reception. The room keys are still with me. Should I hand them over at the reception or should I take them with me? I ponder for a moment. Perhaps they are too heavy to carry or maybe there is nothing too valuable in the room so I extend my hand and hand over the keys to the reception guy.
Then I walk out of the hotel and take a turn  towards the right side that’s the direction where all those speakers are blaring.

To be contd….

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