Our office is next door to a youth hostel. In fact, our office is above it.
Sometimes it's strange for me being between these two worlds - on the one hand, I am a foreigner in this city, I have stayed at hostels and I am well familiar with the beer and baked beans lifestyle. On the other hand I'm a professional representing a company where it's mainly British people, and I fit in quite well with the team.
But every morning when I arrive at work I disown my traveller status as I look out the window. What surprises have the hostelers have left for us today? Our courtyard has become an artwork.
So far we have:
A beach towel
Pair of men's underwear
Pair of socks
Inflatable cow
Several large bunches of human hair
Drink cartons
Roll of toilet paper
Plastic bag from the science museum
Polystyrene cup
Several chocolate bar wrappers
What other inflatable animals will arrive tomorrow? We can only guess.
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