September 5, 2009

5am. Hostel.  45 drunk, boisterous, soccer fan chanting Slovenians took over the place. Nowhere to sit without alcohol. vomit, body odor. They crowd around every female and attempt communication until she is scared off. Ogres. They fall asleep everywhere. The one in the bunk over my head is blaring house music. Each song is 14 minutes long with the same monotonous beat. I pound on his mattress and yell turn it down. He mumbles in an alien language about not being able to fall asleep without it. Somehow it translates.