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02 April 2020

When my house feels empty…

Odd thoughts rise to the surface when the hotel is closed. Where has everyone gone? What has happened to the noise of incoming guests, their luggage bursting with dreams, and the light melancholy of departing guests? I think about Stefan, always on the move; about everyone who sees me and stops to pet me; about Michil, closed in his study, aching to smoke a cigar but something stops him; about Elisa and the girls at the Stüa, busy in placing this, moving that; about Paolo and Michele who only always talk of wine and beer; about Elide and her long skirts. Where is everyone? The days, all of a sudden, get longer and the hotel becomes empty. I also know soon everything will go back to normal, and Mathias will pat my head, just the way I like it, with his big hands. Hopefully, Stefan will come back soon and take me for a walk. I have grown quite tired of baying at the moon, alone with my thoughts, floppy ears and languishing eyes. See you when the meadows are in bloom, flowers as far as the eye can see. The ones Stefan likes so much. Woof.