As I look at the room card between my hands, I cant help it but wonder where it came from. The Waldorf Hotel is a long walk from here. I look at it and wonder who touched it before me. Whose life am I invading? Because that is what I am doing. I wonder if he will now be able to go back to his room, or if he threw the card away to avoid questions. I feel like a thief. But nothing is certain, and I must accept I will never know whose life hid between the room 102.
