Completely against my habit (and the circumstances) I woke up in the middle of the night, a short moment disoriented. 

It was so dark I didn't see a hand in front of my eyes. On the touch I looked for the light button, but that was of course in vain, we don't have such a thing in this room at all, according to our landlord, we don't really need it either.

Every November and December, I lie in that little room with Igor and six country-mates and fellows. Four bunk beds and a narrow path to walk in between.

Read more: https://deverhalen.hansvangemert.nl/index.php/2021/09/17/ons-pension/  

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