*ring ring… ring ring*

I wake up

*ring ring… ring ring…*

– *pick up* Yes?

– Herr Bechter?

– What? * I realize * Ehrm, yes, this is him.

– I apologize for the disturbance, but the check-out is in fifteen minutes.

– Yes, I’ll be down shortly, I’m just finishing packing…

I hang up. I have nothing to pack, I didn’t even open my backpack last night. My clothes stayed on and my shoes are by the door. I better get going.

Actually, there’s something missing. As I open the drawer I find the sound of a gunshot echoing through the hotel room. The memory of the trigger is still haunting. What do I mean by “still”? It’s only been six months… and even then, won’t it still be the same after six years?

I meticulasly check the gun. The single 9mm bullet is still there. Why do I keep checking? I really better be going now.

As I enter the elevator I come across an elderly couple. They didn’t say anything. Back in Portugal at least a good morning would be in order. Then again, I also didn’t speak… and I also don’t care.

– Guten morgen!

Well this one said it. But he gets paid to do so.

– I want to check-out. Jan Bechter.

– Excelent Mr. Bechter… Let me just get you the bill.

Bechter… can’t remember why I chose this one.

– You’re total, for one night is 67.50€.

The wallet is almost empty, no hotels for a while.

– Here is your change. Hope you enjoyed your stay.

Better than the alleyway for sure, but why does he care? I pay the same whether I liked it or not. A nod suffices.

– Auf wiedersehen!

The lobby is almost empty, maybe I can stayin the lounge for a little bit, need to figure out which train to catch.