Looked in through the windows in the first floor apartment. An exceptionally small room with barely any room to sit and meditate. Mom's backpack! From the outside the room looked like a normal 4-walled apartment room, just unsecure and exceptionally easy to enter. Entered. From the inside it looked like a tent made of blue trashbags. No doors or windows. The room still had an exit, though - a very small opening to crawl through. The opening was so small that one had to leave all belongings inside and crawl out. Didn't want to break anything so I left my backpack in there as well, and then crawled through the exit .. accidentally breaking some of the blue plastic. Actually, the plastic had already been torn from another place - suspected Mom had left through a wall.
A narrow corridor leading to a shared kitchen. Most of the people living there were somewhat low on culture - junkies and drunkards, mostly. Looked like an exceptionally humiliating place to live for a normal person. A serious test of the humble hermit in everyone of us (for spirituality and stuff).
Went upstairs. A more-or-less normal floor. Still plain walls, but at least painted with some crude details (as if to imitate a luxurious palace). A bar and some tables to play poker.
Next floor. Luxurious palace with gold-lined pillars and crystal chandeliers. I'm like "What? A bunch of thieves and junkies with just a stairway to this place?" That same dude (who had been chilling with me through the place) said something along the lines of "similar to a masonic lodge". No idea.
No comments:
Post a Comment