So let him try to avoid the ‘working’ girls and approach the ordinary ones instead. He headed immediately to the hotel. Charity begins at home, he told himself, and here was the receptionist. She wasn’t very attractive - she wore glasses and seemed guileless. But despite his reservations, he didn’t really mind. The important thing was to knock on another door in Vienna.
Initially, he felt his way along with caution. ‘You know, I’ll be leaving your hotel the day after tomorrow to move into a furnished apartment,’ he said. ‘But I enjoyed staying with you.’
‘We were happy to have you,’ she said. ‘I hope you’ll come back. We’re at your service.’
‘Great,” he said. “So when will we have dinner together?’
She laughed nervously and mumbled, ‘Thank you for your kindness.’
‘When does your shift
