I am in a small group of people walking around an old church following the tour guide. My parents and brothers are there, I spot some family friends in the group too. We pass the big church tower and the tour guide gives an un-educated explanation of the architectural history evident.
As we enter the church out tour is over. Relieved we all pile into a small lolly shop at the entrance of the church. It’s quite squishy; we all shuffle through the tight space. I head back outside with some of the family friends. Looking in through the window I see my brother clumsily climb the marquee in the middle of the room. Everyone calls to him to come down, rolling his yes he goes to slide down. His shoes catch on a string in the fabric and the whole marquee tears and falls in on itself. Embarrassed my parents drag him out of the chaos that has resulted from his escapades. Everyone in the shop starts to clean up, murmuring that it really is no big deal and it will be back to new by tomorrow. Apologizing repeatedly my parents and brother come out into the hallway. Together we all head back to our hotel. Our hotel room is more like an apartment… with 4 living rooms.
Everyone is tired so we all find ourselves a couch and lie down.
We all fall asleep and the shutters hide that it is mid day.
After a few hours my smaller brother comes to wake me because he is hungry. I slide out of my blanket and take him down to the hotel lobby where a vending machine is. The machine has only fruits. This doesn’t bother us. I stick my hand into the slot. A piece of fruit falls into my hand and I snatch it out as quickly as I can. If you are not fast enough small pins will cut you as payment for the food. Sighing I stick my hand in again and again, handing the fruits to my brother. The more fruit I get the more cuts I have on my hands. It’s unpleasant, but I’m sure that when we get back up to our room everyone will want to eat something. Blood trickles down my wrist, my brothers arms full of fruit.