“What I was Aware of, all my Life.” Copyright © 2021.3 CM Evans

I was sleeping at the hotel.

I was sleeping at the hotel. Two ladies, they were talking all night, almost to 4 AM, in a foreign language. It sounded like Russian or Polish. They weren’t too loud, nor were they trying to keep the noise down, so the volume rose and fell as they sounded amused and lyrical. If I could have understood what they were saying, it would have been hell. Sometimes I heard a male voice interjecting, but he was unimportant to the overall…