Daniel Bergmann
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That evening I returned to the room that was my only room and had never been rented out to any guest of my hotel.
My father had once purchased property on this island, or rather a plot of land on which stood an old house, and then demolished it and built this hotel in the best traditions of Santorini.
I started managing the hotel when I was twenty-seven, before that my father managed it. Since he and I had different surnames, due to my mother's wishes, none of the employees had any idea that we were related.
On the one hand, I felt comfortable that no one could prick me with the fact that I got everything on a plate with a gold pattern. On the other hand, I could compare how the attitude of subordinates to their work, their approach to different bosses and their
