Arnon Grunberg

Fifty euros

Golden Tulip

Voila, my bed for tonight. I would say it deserves a 7, maybe even an 8.
This afternoon I took a cab from the station to this hotel.
While having lunch in the restaurant downstairs my taxi driver came to my table. “We have met before,” he said.
“I know,” I answered. “You drove me from the station to this hotel.” “You remember that you gave me fifty euros?” “Yes,” I said, “I remember.” “I lost my wallet. Have you seen it?” “No,” I said. “I’m sorry, but I haven’t seen it.” Ten minutes later he was back.
“I’m still not able to find it. If you see my wallet somewhere please leave it at the front desk. I’ll come back tomorrow and pick it up.” “That’s what I will do,” I promised.