LIGHT! The alarm of the mobile began to play, The Pixies were blaring with WHERE IS MY MIND .... ideal.
.... I turned in bed and saw that other desperate snoring on the bed dressed as the night before, then I realized that I was no less: I still had my shoes, I was all rinvoltata in blankets and a pillow I had the towel.
a thousand hangover nausea.
I tried to figure out what time it was but it was useless stoned prevailed indomitable on everything.
I looked around in search of the phone would not stop playing but the room was chaos in person: we gave up immediately . In return, I found the bag of medicines.
grabbed three aspirins, I rinvoltai nell'asciugamano and left the room without carefully to look in the mirror.
The corridor was deserted, the yellow light was like two fists in the sleepy eyes.
The music was rife in common room creating a roar in the hallway, a sort of hello from the guy who was at the front desk all night, something like "Wake up assholes ".... that guy hated us.
I entered the room, JhoSh from behind the reception desk, looked up and stared at me with menacing look ... "' Morning ... " biascicai.
There was no living soul, maybe it was still early and nobody was awake.
glass, water, couch.
cssshhhhhhh ... One, two ... csssshhhhhhhh "aspirin come to me!"
As I began to anticipate that beautiful glass effervescent someone behind me yelled in broken English with incomprehensible " Looooooook ! She Takes drugs !!!".
" Whtfck ?????" I started to turn around to see who it was that asshole but I was not in time, two guys materialized before me.
It was Tristan -the- carpenter - like - Jesus and Rob , two broke out, the first in New Zealand, the other Australian.
They had met the night before, right there on those couches, they explained; Rob was the only one who understood what the hell was going jabbering Tristan that, as a true Zealand ate all the consonants, reducing his speeches to a chant of Aaa and EEEE .
So they decided to take an evening for them both, the encounter occurred in the crown " mitte Europe," had entered a pub and they were not more out if the next morning, more precisely to 8.00 ... 15 minutes before making my welcome knowledge .
admit: we were there on that couch half an hour talking with Rob I translated the sprouts Tristan , giving us turn to crush small naps (two of them), sipping tea Australian Rob discuss and of the Hobbits that, according to the carpenter , populate New Zealand and go to bed with Liv Tyler .
Rob was my age, 19 years, two years before he took his diploma he worked and then put aside the need to go. He was doing around the world, alone, at 19, with a backpack, two or three T-shirts, even a deodorant (this I'm guessing) and a supply of tea that made her grandmother in New South Wale .
When he told me that he was traveling alone sgranai eyes ... but time 3 minutes and went all my respect for him.
Tristan but it was three years in Europe, had arrived with the idea of \u200b\u200b live in Venice and was now in a rather apartment near Whitechapel, London.
In Venice there had been there and had also lived three days. The problem was that the Venetians are not understood when he spoke and could never understand what to ask, so, time 72 hours and took a train to reach the British capital where he had arranged with a carpenter's job in a small factory and had found a mini apartment who had furnished with a mattress and a table he had made with his hands in the factory, "borrow" the wood from the laboratory. Now it was Tristan -the- carpenter and went to ride with a T-shirt printed on the face of the Lord in pain.
I stood a moment, the time to do Supply caffeine but soon returned and all two had collapsed with his feet on the table.
risistemai me in my towel and looked around: the room was flooding light, Berlin was waking up with her and also the tenants of 'Helter Skelter .
waited for the other two I from reaching for another cup of coffee, smoked a cigarette with us and then I went to make my case. It was time to go home.
When I took the room key at reception Rob was paying his bed: he was leaving for Poland. I wished him good luck, he took his backpack and went out.
I think I realized at that moment only to find myself in my ideal environment, one which for 19 years I had idealized in to my imagination, that was the land of toys, point casual meeting place for new generations began to walk alone on trails barely tracks, still uncertain.
crazy people who lived to travel and see the sun rise in every land. No one was like no other and yet they all understood just by looking only gesturing and guessed a few words of English. I thought the entrance, next to the telephone of the hostel should attach a sign saying:
"WARNING: you are about to delve into an ocean of life, hard to go back to the surface, to true life. Risk of annegamento.Benvenuti! "
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