Veronica
The young man who was called Paul took me to my room.
It is at the far end of the corridor that we walked into and it is in the ground floor as well.
There are too many room to count.
I guess that maybe this is where the helpers stay.
I know I am one and I won't try to deny it.
The house owners room must be upstairs.
There is one thing that I don't understand though.
I've never been to this area of the town. I never even thought that the might be people living in this part of the town and they are many. And they all seem to know each other by the way they welcomed us.
Is it by any chance that they are all family?.
No, I don't think so.
He places my bags on the floor while I still hold onto my trolley.
"Thanks" I say, adjusting my glasses.
He just smiles at me.
