I took photos that I had never seen before.
There was a large photo of my daughter hanging on the wall.
On the table were old gas lists, documents and sealed envelopes.
And next to the bed was a bad opening.
I took a step back.
“What does all this mean…?”
At that moment, the door behind me moved. Doors and more doors.
I turned around.
Richard was there.
“Don’t be afraid.”
“There’s nothing there? The whole room was filled with photos. What’s going on?”
He seemed to want to speak, but for several seconds he couldn’t say anything. (Sounds)
Then he sealed the dirty brown envelope lying on the table.
“Do you want me to promise you that I won’t give you anything until you finish this life and seven years?”
I kept staring at him.
“My father?”
Richard nodded in agreement. Festivals and Seasonal Events
“I’m sure you’ll feel right at home here. This hotel needs renovation. This room is very important to me.”
Here you can see a picture of my head and my baby.
