Unknown AirBnB tenant(3)

I flew to Spain and from there I came by train to Marseille and from there to Aix en Provance. Cabbage. South of France. Wonderful. Already thoughts stop sinking in my head and the scents, the colours, and the sound of the wind enhance all my senses and make my skin breathe. I booked an Airbnb in an alley in the centre of the intersection.

Above a great raclette restaurant. I introduce myself to the fat French owner who speaks broken English. No problem. It amuses me. He accompanies me inside and I understand that there is a mistake. He raises his arms and gestures, while he tells me something I don't understand. I turn around and see that in the nice bright apartment with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a living room, there seem to be bags belonging to someone.

“I accidentally have booked the room for two, sorry madame, he is a boy, a little older than you, I think, American,” The Frenchman says to me

“I see…” I say while in reality, I'm not understanding anything.

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