Nobody opened. The sun was making the empty street very hot, and I thought that nobody was there. I stood for a couple of minutes then I walked away. As I did, I could hear somebody walking feebly and opening the door.
As I looked backwards I saw a girl in her early twenties, she looked Russian or from Eastern Europe. She had heavy makeup on her face that melted hours ago and resolidified in a horrible manner. Her hair was untidy and she looked very drowsy and drunk.
�Yeah?� she said with half of her mouth wide open and the other half almost shut, �Is it uncle the milkman?�
�Milkman? No! I am a tourist, I want to know how to go back to my hotel.�
�What? She asked, staggering.
�Where are we?� I cried at her as people do with a half-deaf, �What is the name of this district?�
�I am Melina,� she said with her tremendously funny tilted mouth, �Wanna get in and do me?�
�Damn!� I cried as I walked away, �I am in no need of a prostitute. I came here seeking someone to reveal to me the human nature.�
�Then you came to the right place,� she said as she stumblingly made a step or two extending her arm towards me, �I see them all, Boy, I see them veilless��