by Kasper Hoe

Created on: December 16, 2008   Last Updated: March 18, 2009

Conrad

We were many people living there that summer. We all had a life we left for a time, just to get away from the everyday noises and struggles.

Now we were all together at this relaxing hotel, where nobody could find us.

It was located at the back of the beyond. There was no pollution and noise at all. The only sounds we heard there were the singing birds.

I guess we were ten visitors in this period. Everybody was nice and friendly, and the service was in top.

The waitresses were kind and understanding, the barkeeper created a genial atmosphere. And then there was the reception manager, who was the most polite person I've ever met.

Oh yeah, Hotel "The Hide" was a great place to take a vacation.

Especially I remember a night when I was sitting in the bar, talking with one of the other visitors; Mrs. Holmes, who told me that she in her life at home felt like caught in her marriage.

"Don't think, that I don't love my husband," she said, "He's nearly the most wonderful man, I've ever known. The fact is just that sometimes I feel the need of running away. But it was never that easy when we also had the children to take care of."

Mrs. Holmes had three kids, who were now grown and lived on their own.

Now she was retired and had made the deal with her husband that she would take a one week vacation at "The Hide".

"It's not either relaxing when lots of cars are driving by all the time," she continued.

I answered that it was not that weird that cars were driving by her house.

"We're living in an age, where cars are one of the most used material goods."

"Do you have a car?" she asked.

"No, I don't," I answered, "I chose to give priority to something else."
We talked a lot that night. She was quite nice to talk with.

After a couple of drinks I went up to my room to write down some thoughts, which is a thing that I use to do to be sure that I don't forget them.

Suddenly somebody knocked on my door.

"Come on in," I said, and an old man entered the door.

I asked him if I could do something for him, since he came to me.

He sat down and sighed deeply.

"I don't know if there is anything to do," he said.

"Oh," I answered as there was nothing else to say.

"Do you now the feeling of having a feeling of something you can't explain?" he asked.

I nodded and said that I often had such feelings.

"I think a lot of people do," I continued.

"Yeah, maybe you're right," he said.

I still didn't see the reason of his visit, so I asked him again:

"Are you totally sure, that there's nothing I can do for you, sir?"

He

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