I am now on a tour of Europe, last night I stayed in a transit hotel in Italy. Naturally, waking up in the morning without a cigarette is difficult, there is no balcony, the hotel is healthy, you will be lost in the hallways! In the morning, a mess on my head, in my pyjamas, wrapped in a white blanket... I go up the fire staircase, I smoke) and I understand that I can’t go back (no handles)! And this is how I go down the twisted staircase from the 6th floor. Successfully turned, I found the entrance to the hotel. At the reception of the guy's eyes on his forehead and with my zero English I explain the situation, and in response he is something hard-tasting in Italian (from all the words I understood Rashen). And then it comes to me that I am not the first Russian fool.