Why not enjoy a good morning sleep, after I went to bed at 4 in the morning? Well, because the students responsible with hostel cleaning start knocking on your door, and they didn’t believe it was heaven’s door. With my face half asleep, eyes close to a sleepwalker and in my sleeping gown dressed with by the inside out, I get some kind of yelling voices telling me that I have left the trash outside, after I’ve been told for so many times, that’s not the propper thing to do. After some more high notes like this one, some other words, telling the same thing, I try to tell her to keep her voice down, as if it wasn’t enough to wake me up but to wake up another friend who was also sleeping. I explain her that the person who left the room in the morning to go to class probably forgot or didn’t have time to put it outside. My attitude has crossed at that moment any possible line.
I must start another paragraph as her ultimate threat arives: I shall get the hostel manager here and make her write you a REPORT!
I took the trash and put it back inside slaming the door in her face.
For those who don’t know about the greater threat, that is a REPORT! Yes! And if you have three of them, you’re OUT! A bloody report, a word that she could barely hold it, the supremacy, the point in which you realize that she is better than you, she can have access to the manager, she is almost your BOSS! Bullocks! Do I have the right to write a report about 2 people sharing 1 closet and an incredible small room, the right to write a report to all of those who don’t wash their toilets, showers or sink and they are living the romance of their life under the same showers? I have 6 years of living in a youth hostel and in the times we’ve spent in the high school accomodation, we were terrorized by these reports, the 9 o’clock in the evening when the front door was locked, and you were stuck inside, even if you were 18 or 10 years old. What about the big school yard? No, you were not allowed to go there either! Crawl to your room’s window because at 10 o’clock in the evening you had to be in bed, with doors open, so that the superviser see and hear everything. At that moment, we were reading books with light from our phones. But, if we were good students, then, we were allowed to stay until 12 o’clock in the study room, stiil, no more than 12 o’clock!
Romania likes paperwork and drama. As we see it, there is nothing but a drama queen.
I stepped out the room, there was another door with the trash out! I shall write a report! 
