Friday 7, 10 pm. From my moleskine

“I am back at the hostel after having spent the rest of the day making myself comfortable with what seems new and different.
The hostel develops vertically. Marble, steep narrow stairs, bright red walls and a black deco-style banister walked me all the way up to door 7A. My room is on the fourth floor, the top floor. It has a big terrace which overlooks the Old Sliema with its balconies and flat roofs. In the darkness I can still see the outline of Valletta – the capital city. It is hiding the stars sliding into the sea. Next to it, the blinking light of the lighthouse tells me that the harbour is just there.
I wish I could fall asleep on the terrace.. such view is the best lullaby for my eyes…”