It was seven in the morning and the main issue on my mind was a bed for the night.
I had just come out of a mixed dorm bedroom which i didnt want to be in: the man at the reception hadnt told me that it was a room with boys in it. I always asked for a female dorm .... i think now there was a new manager and i had the feeling that the new policy was an "imposed" mixed bed situation wherther the hostel had female dorms free or not. Last year i had spent all my money in this hostel on Kaiser Strasse in Frankfurt am Main, but there was no one in the staff this year ... every one was new.
I was too tired and couldnt be bothered to go up the stairs and complain .Infact i went to sleep immediately and only woke up with the noise of two rowdy men who opened the door to the room .... i admit it wasnt the most terrible thing in the world because i just put up a curtain round my bed for privacy. one thing was clear immediately and that was the chattering conversation on the smart phone which continued endlessly into the night.
Having come out of this new experience , i sat infront of the PC in the common room of the Hostel. A rather distinguished , serious looking man was already sitting at the other PC.
I was minding my own business ... thinking about where to find a proper place to sleep in the heat of this years August in Frankfurt. I had had to sleep out in the parks some nights ago because i didnt have any money to pay for a bed and was waiting for remittance money sent by a friend. It had been pleasant enough but one never knows what will happen when one sleeps under the stars on ones own. Sleeping in the girls room always reminds me of the good old days when i was a protected twenty year old, and what is interesting is that in a girls room i found no one chatting on their smart phone for hours.
I was more than surprised when Mr distinguished blond person opened his mouth and spoke to me ,,,,, out of the blue. Mr Louis was a Doctor who had left heart and home and was loitering around in parks like myself. He said that "they" had stolen his computer and phone while he was sleeping in a park. Some what unbelievable he had fallen asleep with his 3000 dollar PC sitting right next to him without an alarm to tell him that it was being picked up and whisked away by a different "owner".
So when are expensive gadgets going to have an alarm system put into them ?
A girl friend had had her tablet taken from her bag while trying to figure out what a man was mumbling to her .... this was a new strategy to distract her and get into her bag .... and tablets i have been told , have aregistration number and are controlled by satelite and can be found, because they have tracking.
Next topic was rather surreal and this friendly stranger told me confidentially that he had had the "ultimate Brothel experience" ..... He had gone into a place looking for a massage and was asking or telling me and wondering why sex cost less than getting a massage. The woman working there had given him a good massage. i didnt ask about the rest of it. Infact i was not comprehending what he was on about in the begining .... what ? Are You saying? Brother ? he said. "Whore House", i went to one ! I was wondering why he was telling me about his experience. and i asked him ; why are you telling me about this at seven in the morning ? I am a total stranger ! Was he hitting on me ? I can never tell ... i am forever worried about where i am going to sleep at night , and when i am going to find an occupation which pays a decent wage .....
He said he was a Blogger and had written a book on a medical topic which he showed me on his PC --- the fact that he had left his job and had started to travel around was very impressive .... at some point mentioned his favorite opera "The Magic Flute" which he thought was much better than what i consider to be the best ie " Don Giovanni" ....
It was a very short conversation and led to nothing ... He said : "this is the last time we will meet" Ok says i .... what more can i expect ? i was thinking that i wish i had enough money in my pocket to do the research and go and visit one of those places .... because i have always worried about womens bodies being a source of income for men ..... there is a picture by Picasso ... a man is carrying a woman on his shoulders and gold coins are falling out of her :::: that pretty much spells the female situation out ie in our ever Darwinistic world, very few people worry about the source of their money. It is an achievement for humanity when there is "legal protected institutional work" for women who have a choice .... having a choice is always the best solution ... if they choose to go into the oldest profession, then at least they are the ones who benefit from their gains ....
I had just come out of a mixed dorm bedroom which i didnt want to be in: the man at the reception hadnt told me that it was a room with boys in it. I always asked for a female dorm .... i think now there was a new manager and i had the feeling that the new policy was an "imposed" mixed bed situation wherther the hostel had female dorms free or not. Last year i had spent all my money in this hostel on Kaiser Strasse in Frankfurt am Main, but there was no one in the staff this year ... every one was new.
I was too tired and couldnt be bothered to go up the stairs and complain .Infact i went to sleep immediately and only woke up with the noise of two rowdy men who opened the door to the room .... i admit it wasnt the most terrible thing in the world because i just put up a curtain round my bed for privacy. one thing was clear immediately and that was the chattering conversation on the smart phone which continued endlessly into the night.
Having come out of this new experience , i sat infront of the PC in the common room of the Hostel. A rather distinguished , serious looking man was already sitting at the other PC.
I was minding my own business ... thinking about where to find a proper place to sleep in the heat of this years August in Frankfurt. I had had to sleep out in the parks some nights ago because i didnt have any money to pay for a bed and was waiting for remittance money sent by a friend. It had been pleasant enough but one never knows what will happen when one sleeps under the stars on ones own. Sleeping in the girls room always reminds me of the good old days when i was a protected twenty year old, and what is interesting is that in a girls room i found no one chatting on their smart phone for hours.
I was more than surprised when Mr distinguished blond person opened his mouth and spoke to me ,,,,, out of the blue. Mr Louis was a Doctor who had left heart and home and was loitering around in parks like myself. He said that "they" had stolen his computer and phone while he was sleeping in a park. Some what unbelievable he had fallen asleep with his 3000 dollar PC sitting right next to him without an alarm to tell him that it was being picked up and whisked away by a different "owner".
So when are expensive gadgets going to have an alarm system put into them ?
A girl friend had had her tablet taken from her bag while trying to figure out what a man was mumbling to her .... this was a new strategy to distract her and get into her bag .... and tablets i have been told , have aregistration number and are controlled by satelite and can be found, because they have tracking.
Next topic was rather surreal and this friendly stranger told me confidentially that he had had the "ultimate Brothel experience" ..... He had gone into a place looking for a massage and was asking or telling me and wondering why sex cost less than getting a massage. The woman working there had given him a good massage. i didnt ask about the rest of it. Infact i was not comprehending what he was on about in the begining .... what ? Are You saying? Brother ? he said. "Whore House", i went to one ! I was wondering why he was telling me about his experience. and i asked him ; why are you telling me about this at seven in the morning ? I am a total stranger ! Was he hitting on me ? I can never tell ... i am forever worried about where i am going to sleep at night , and when i am going to find an occupation which pays a decent wage .....
He said he was a Blogger and had written a book on a medical topic which he showed me on his PC --- the fact that he had left his job and had started to travel around was very impressive .... at some point mentioned his favorite opera "The Magic Flute" which he thought was much better than what i consider to be the best ie " Don Giovanni" ....
It was a very short conversation and led to nothing ... He said : "this is the last time we will meet" Ok says i .... what more can i expect ? i was thinking that i wish i had enough money in my pocket to do the research and go and visit one of those places .... because i have always worried about womens bodies being a source of income for men ..... there is a picture by Picasso ... a man is carrying a woman on his shoulders and gold coins are falling out of her :::: that pretty much spells the female situation out ie in our ever Darwinistic world, very few people worry about the source of their money. It is an achievement for humanity when there is "legal protected institutional work" for women who have a choice .... having a choice is always the best solution ... if they choose to go into the oldest profession, then at least they are the ones who benefit from their gains ....
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