I’m like a garbage truck collecting the trash, that unwanted alarm clock when you need more precious dozing, or the late night return of your drunken partner. Without ill intentions or deliberate malice, I manage to disturb the sleep of most people in a dorm room. Through bleary eyes, the others in my dorm room seem to seethe with a passive hostility that’s struggling to break out from the cage created by our lack of familiarity. I volunteer a friendly ‘good morning’ but all that is delivered in return are some grumpy mumblings.
There’s no worse feeling in a hostel than the angry stares and frosty greetings I often get in the morning.
