It all began with a cardboard tube. A giant cardboard tube, addressed to “Oscar Rubio”. At work I have a foible about people who use our hostel address for their mail. Over the years the bulk of mail has grown exponentially with long forgotten visitors. When this over-sized package arrived for someone not even checked in to the hostel, my wrath had been invoked before we had even met.
The front door slammed and interrupted my avid data entry. As I looked up I saw him standing in the doorway and I knew I remembered him. Here was something good, something lovely perhaps. A thing which had been here before.
Barked commands emanate in a strong East coast accent from the common room next door.