“okropne”
From the moment I stepped onto the hostel’s grounds, it was clear how bad the condition was. The “private” area consisted mainly of collapsing wooden sheds and trash bins. The reception itself was a bad impression, sitting just below knee level, showing the low standard. As I walked toward the “hotel,” I kept passing drunk, oddly behaving, smoking people from morning till night. They would cough in my direction and stare intensely, which was very uncomfortable. After the stairs, the place was filthy and smelled bad. The corridors were narrow, and the floors were yellow and dirty—both in the hallways and especially in the rooms. The beds were extremely uncomfortable; instead of a normal mattress, there was a piece of worn foam, and you could feel every board. Worse, some boards were missing or broken. Honestly, I was scared to lie on that bed without clothes, given who lived there. I also had no idea how clean the linens were. If the hostel doesn’t provide a private bathroom and toilet in each room, at least there should be one large, normal, and clean bathroom and toilet. The space is so cramped that you can’t move freely. Because of the hostel’s occupants, it’s hard to even talk about separating ladies’ and men’s toilets. In the ladies’ shower, for three consecutive days, men’s boxers and socks hung, and no one tried to remove them. The whole place feels like complete chaos and a lack of control. Leaving this “hotel,” instead of thinking about rest, you wonder whether your belongings will still be there when you return.
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