Let's live a little bit longer [SET IT OFF]

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For many men is it a mystery what we do so long on the toilet. There are so many myths of women's toilets! That there, for example are pedicures and manicures. I still don't know what that is, but I can confirm it doesn't exist. Maybe it's because I don't know it. Who knows.
The reason why we hang so often on the toilet is simple. We are hanging on our mobile phone. And so I did, checking Twitter, while using the toilet flushing.

I heaved up my backpack again, which was more complicated in the small cabin than you might expect and dragged my guitar behind.

Smiling, I nodded to a slightly older Cuban lady, who was just putting on her make-up fresh again and joined me at the sink next to her. While I merely smiled at her over the reflection, out of sheer courtesy, and washed my hands, she smiled and examined my bags.

"Where should the journey go?" she asked, during which she straightened her curls that had become Silver over the years, and I was perplexed that she spoke to me. Amazed, I looked briefly into the mirror image of the lady and then back to my hands: "Actually, to Chicago, but I believe now in this moment in the next shabby motel, I could find.".

Then she looked at me and supported herself with one hand at the sink, the other remained on the hip. I do not recognize my mother in that gesture. No never.

"The way you look, I can hardly imagine a shabby motel." .Since when did my look have anything to do with my social status? I would have understood if I would wear expensive designer clothes, but I can't even afford that in my dreams.

Perplexed, I looked at her as she raised an eyebrow: "I'm sorry, but kid you don't have the charisma for someone who would need that.". Since when does this have something to do with my status? Education and the environment are crucial.

Out of sheer politeness and the hope that she might disappear, I mumbled: "Well, with only $ 390 you cann't afford much.". As if she had understood me, which she probably did, she began to laugh at herself easily.

"That sounds like an interesting journey."
"I think this is just the beginning of the end." I looked at her with a smile, but rather said those words to myself. It will end in disaster, I know that already, the only question is if it will be a good one.

"If you have such a mindset, it can only become one." the old girl hurled out and I was speechless for a moment. Smiling, she looked at me, while I was still looking for arguments to strike against it.

"What's your name?"
"Robin ... Robin Allenstein and I think I'm a bit too old to be called kid.". I had been out of the blossom of puberty for a while now. Although there is nothing nice at puberty. Your body is a demon, hormones are playing Russian Rolling and as a girl you get your days. There is nothing nice.

"You are still younger than me and that at least ten years." smiling, she winked at me and I slowly began to enjoy this conversation. Laughing, I washed the soap off my hands and helped myself to the paper dispenser. "I have to admit, even if you like to interfere in the lives of others, you are quick-witted." she pulled up her nose with a mocking grin.
"And you have probably found her humor again.". I was just very surprised and taken by surprise. Very short.

"But what are you doing in Orlando? You look rather unprepared.". Sorry for the next haphazard flight, I naturally pull a really sexy hot pants and a top which has more neckline than I would ever wear it normally. How could I forget that?

Sighing, I looked in the mirror and brushed some of my chestnut hair behind my ears: "Honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing here ... Actually, I wanted to visit a friend in Chicago, but somehow, a lot went wrong and so I'm stuck here with only $ 390 and my suitcase is of course gone. " I grinnend to the lady behind me in her bright yellow dress as she leaned thoughtfully against a cabin door.