Who I am?

I’m staying somewhere in a room in a dream hotel on an Edenic beach. It was no financial feat to pay this taciturn Bulgarian. For a change, he was now the victim himself. Well, that’s just life. He didn’t get off lightly by me. He’d always been a bad dog; he had so many skeletons in his closet that you could hardly count.

His unscrupulousness was the basis for his fortune. That’s how it started: I was looking for work, and he was looking for fun. We both found what we were looking for. I gave him my body, and he gave me a job in his bar. That’s how it ended: He took me as his wife; a killer took his life. And I thought he knew his way around beasts who wanted to bathe in wealth. Why did he marry one of them? How stupid of him!

I took his money and got myself a new identity, I’m unknown to the tax authorities. My parents gave me the name Carmen 30 years ago. When someone whistles for the waitress in the bar, I no longer feel addressed. I lead a varied life. With my looks, I have no problem meeting attractive men in bars.

Almost everyone obeys my whistle and follows me to the hotel room, where they really get their money’s worth when they are allowed to have fun with me. Yes, I lead a relaxed life and have the men under control. I know that won’t last forever. One day, my game of hide-and-seek will come to an abrupt end, and everything will be exposed. Then I will be expelled from paradise and spend the rest of my life in a cell with fat iron bars; somewhere in a lost corner of this world.

The End