Twelve o’clock at night, near the station. Not quite sober, but a very polite man with a suitcase asks where the hotel is. "I don’t know, I say, it was somewhere on that side". The man thanked and walked in the wrong direction.

The next morning. Near the station I meet the same man with a suitcase, he instructively reports:

The girl! Five minutes walk from the hotel, as you did not know, you are the face of the city!

In general, I cannot approach the mirror, I remember this "face of the city" and I begin to rust.