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My first night as a night guard started calmly. I strolled through the bar of the hotel in search of the sound installation that was blasting one annoying pop song after another through the lobby. I grabbed a cassis in the meantime. The day before a receptionist had told me I could drink as many sodas as I wanted. He also made it clear that groups of adolescents were not allowed inside. Especially if they were carrying little balloons.<\/p>\n

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I grew more desperate when We Can Do Better <\/em>by Matt Simons started playing. In a panic, I hastily walked across the breakfast hall trying to find the source of this hellish melody. The song had almost ended when I finally found a panel and paused the playlist.<\/p>\n

Three hours later I was at the pool, trying to figure out how to properly measure the chlorine concentration, one of my tasks. I hadn\u2019t had the chance to get my second cassis yet. I had decided to become a night guard because it seemed very doable and easy to combine with activities in the day.<\/p>\n

The next task concerned glueing tickets into a folder. While scratching the dried-up Pritt off my fingers, I fixated on the security camera displaying the hotel\u2019s driveway. Behind lied the woods. I watched them closely. The group of adolescents did not appear.<\/p>\n\n\t

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Around 5:30 the receptionist who instructed me showed up to see how I was doing. I told him about my frustrations regarding chlorine and pop music. He expressed understanding and started talking about his vacation. He visited Auschwitz last summer.
\n\u201cI am highly sensitive, so I can for instance feel what happened in a place. So, for me, being in that camp was an extra intense experience. It\u2019s truly bizarre, the birds stop chirping the moment you enter that place.\u201d<\/p>\n

A man in a bathrobe came walking down the stairs and waddled with a hunched back towards the reception desk. He asked us whether we could turn the cameras off before breakfast was served.
\nThe receptionist responded: \u201cThe security cameras you mean?\u201d
\n\u201cYes, you see, I\u2019m a model for Vogue. I\u2019m here to rest, and so I would prefer not being recorded\u201d, said the man.
\n\u201cI am afraid we can\u2019t turn off the security cameras, but the footage will not be made public.\u201d
\nThe man briefly hesitated, nodded, and walked back. The receptionist and I strolled to the bar. As I started drinking my second cassis, he remarked joyously: \u201cA model for Vogue, how cool!\u201d<\/p>\n

One week later, I quit being a night guard. It disturbed my sleep schedule. Of course, I couldn\u2019t have thought of that beforehand.<\/p>\n\n\t

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