Barcelona Bay
Some months ago I traveled to Barcelona and stayed there at a youth hostel for four days. For nearly two nights the room heater did not work effectively and I had sleepless nights. I had ignored this, thinking it was a change of place that had kept me awake. On the third night, it was unbearable and I went to the receptionist to complain about the now dysfunctional heater. He was very worried about bending the rules and giving me another room. I persisted, saying I cannot sleep at all and he had to do something. He started to wonder what he could do and muttered to himself that he could not put me in the same room with the german boys who were drunk. And then that he could not put me in some other place because that was not safe either. And then he finally decided to put me with two other girls and I shifted my room overnight. I was surprised later on when the situation dawned on me. I could understand a little bit about the myths of sexual revolution in the west, the ideas we Indians ...