I'm still not 100% sure your not making this up!! But if it's true, I really do feel for you, and I'm glad you came through it,and I hope your life continues to be good:happy:
It is true. The only works of fiction I have created have been my Flint novel characters. Everything about the hostel is true. I got through it without help from anyone. It involved a lot of self-belief, determination, humility and even humiliation. One day I will write a book about my experience. I did pitch an article to The Big Issue about it, but they didn't want to know. Strange really, seeing that their magazine is supposed to tackle homelessness yet they don't want to publish articles on the subject. These days there are lots of hidden homeless or people living in places like where I lived. As long as I live, I will never, ever, ever forget that place.
Here are a list of the main people I remember from my time there:
1) A young Christian called Lukas (he was actually suffering from mental illness and would go out having gay sex in parks, then return to the room and take 3 hour showers).
2) A man called Alex with long matted hair - he would go around collecting bruised fruits from the gutters of Petticoat Lane and eat them. He used to tell people he was from Hell and slashed his wrists when his rucksack was stolen. He had an aura of evil about him.
3) A young Moroccan man who was mentally ill and would fry bananas and tuna fish in the room.
4) A Chinese man who couldn't throw anything away and had bagfuls of rotting vegetables, and a blow-up sex doll called Porky Paulina (I kid you not).
5) A Slovak man called Stefan who was totally deranged. He would collect items from rubbish skips and bring them back to the room. He would sit rocking back and forth clutching an old fashioned alarm clock to his ear and laughing to himself when he made it ring.
6) A black man called Carlitos - a serial liar who said he was Venezuelan. he wasn't. He was a drug dealer.
7) A builder called Ian who was 62 years of age and would come back drunk and swearing every night.
8) A French man called Eric - the one who stole my shoes.
9) A truly bitter Italian man who covered his bed in diarrhea.
10) A man who has long grey/blond hair like someone out of Status Quo. He became violent if anyone touched him.
11) A Cleaning woman called Nadia from Romania who sprayed WD40 on the beds as she believed it would kill bedbugs.
12) An Italian man called Christiano who would pace up and down, up and down the room constantly, stating that "he couldn't have sex."
And numerous other ex-convicts and undesirables. The list goes on and on and on. I remember them all - in detail.