Sadness
I'm kind of sad. How sad the word was at first, but in my consciousness
because it was the first hotel in the area. It is a dignified building in a short, narrow street that opens to the boulevard with a pool passing through the middle of the city. The city was known as the most enduring hotel, it was, I'm not sure of it in reality, maybe a feeling that the hotel, now this feeling dignified, sad as I'm turning into adjectives.
It was a hotel that was read in the old houses, public buildings of the countryside, in the faces and postures of the educated and elite people, who had a share of the nobility that was hard to tell, which I thought to be very sad and even somehow miserable when I remembered it years later. While I wasn't even aware of the concept of social class, Dilmen Hotel made me feel that I didn't know that this concept existed from a psychological point of view, not socially or politically. Sometimes I would pass my way, I would pass by.
I looked at the people entering and leaving the hotel, because I was a child, I saw men dressed very old, well-dressed men, and I thought that these men were serious and important jobs, busy men and hotels were male places.
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