The International Red Star Hostel (set in Girona not Bratislava) is partly intended to be an allegory of contemporary Europe. A continent that is supposedly united and peaceful but is not really at one with itself. A continent where suspicion and cynicism reign and everybody thinks they are better than everyone else. Those arriving from the south and east are easy targets for exploitation and character assassination, when not excluded altogether. Yet, many take what they can get and still see the north and west as some kind of paradise. The grass is always greener as a horticulturalist might say. It can be read with that in mind or just as a straightforward story. I hope you enjoy it without feeling too comfortable about the whole thing. Click on the fiction tab in the link and you’ll find it there.