Arnon Grunberg


This morning

Early this morning, I left my hotel room in Amsterdam.
“My girlfriend is still in the room, she will check out in a couple of hours, but I would like to pay the bill,” I said to the front desk manager.
“Is your girlfriend joining us for breakfast this morning?” he asked.
“I don’t think so,” I answered.
She had told me that she was going to eat some fruit on the train home. “And then I’m going to jerk off the conductor,” she said.
“That’s a pity,” the front desk manager said.
“It’s a pity,” I replied and I left the hotel.