hostel

this hostel rules. Everyone is in bed by 10pm. They are all grown up and/or Germans. Why is it that I am the only one who has been doing what the Russians do and drinking on the street on my way to the 24 hour beer shop that also sells these warm sausages in a kind bread that could really do with ketchup but I can eat them anyway....?

I found we have Internet here so while Ania is shaking, sweating and feeling pain in her bones I can at least read her the latest news about the sicko from Austria and what he has been up to with his daughter for the last 24 years. It certainly makes for interesting reading. What is wrong with these austrians? Karl?