Finally, we arrived at the hotel in London. It used to be my favourite place when I was younger. I would come here every  weekend.

Golden bees were scattered on the windows and walls. Walking to the pool I saw it. A huge empty bowl full of rats, dirt and dust. I didn’t like the new pool. It didn’t have the same vibe.

Trying to remember the way I jogged to the reception hoping it would be nicer than the pool and steam room. It was empty. Knocking on the door, the dull room shook with horror. I wasn’t alone.