As a child, I was always enamored by the bohemian lifestyle. My summers were filled with the sound of gypsy songs. Little did I know my stay at Maria’s place would enable my lifelong dream of feeling like a hobo.
As we climbed the dirty stairs upwards, ironically our hopes for an enjoyable holiday kept noticeably dropping with every step.
The shower, so skillfully hidden in the pictures, reminded me of my grandmother’s back in the 80’s. Wandering shower hairs, broken floor tiles and not too fresh towels give it its classic “dirty-chic” look.
For fans of winter, this apartment’s window unintentionally lets in plenty of fresh air. Somewhat surprisingly, the mold on the wall had a chance to set in considering this apartment’s level of ventilation.
The dark bedroom offered sheets with its very own in grated cum-stain; this sole fact fills me with hope that at least someone once enjoyed their stay at this place.