The youth hostel

 

I bought a flat

in Olicev Venac

I opened a hostel

with my brother Milan,

the youth hostel.

I bought a kitchen,

16 bunk beds, 2 toilet bowls,

1 washing machine,

for 4 rooms:

red, blue, yellow and green.

I treated every guest as a friend

“You are welcome, you are safe,

I tell you the truth about my city.

This is free at the youth hostel.

Do you want to wash your clothes?

This is free at the youth hostel.

Do you want to check your e-mail?

Internet is free at the youth hostel.

Do you want to fuck, to buy hash, to bet on horses,

to know where gipsies play?”

I help you, this is free at the youth hostel.

All the net got to know this place,

people come from Germany, France, Greece,

Australia and Spain.

Every evening a new party,

each one talks his language

each one talks every language

each one eats every food

each one eats his food

each one sleeps in his bed

each one sleeps in every bed

each one fucks his girl

each one fucks every girl

But,

Internet now is two euros per hour

ok, something has changed, nothing important,

the mood is the same

I’m still happy to work here,

nothing has changed

at the youth hostel.

But,

the washing machine now is five euros

ok, the mood is the same

I’m happy again to work here,

nothing has changed

at the youth hostel.

But,

I tell my guests to go

to the tourist’s centre to know everything about the place

I don’t talk too much with them

I don’t help too much them

actually, I want to kill them.

Ok, the mood is the same

I’m happy again to work here,

nothing has changed

at the international youth hostel.

Giuseppe Acconcia 

Tratto da "1,2,3 liberi tutti!" 2007