To have a shower I have to walk out of my apartment, down the staircase and walk cross the garden and down to the basement where the shared shower room is located. During my walk I feel changes in the weather; early morning sunshine, wind, rain or snow. Discover the first spring flowers or when the leaves start to fall in the autumn. Sometimes I meet the garbage man or if I am late the postman. Often I meet some of my neighbors on their way to work or somewhere else. Sometimes I have to wait for my turn in the shower. That's ok. There is a bench to sit on. When I am alone waiting I always wonder who is in there and it has become a sport to try to figure out who it is. One morning there is a women waiting already. We instantly start talking. She is excited about something and wants to tell me immediately. It happens that the she is into lint and she collects it from people's laundry. She opens her bag and shows me something that looks like a sausage of gray dust. Well I have heard of people collecting many things, but lint. We can both hear that the person in the shower is still not ready so I tell her that my lint looks like what she has in her bag, gray and dull as I use mostly black clothes. But it is what's behind the lint that is interesting she tells me. And that may be dull or awful or totally amazing. The man behind this lint is... Our conversation is interrupted when the bathroom door opens and to my surprise the sleeping man walks out. I guess next time I do my laundry and rinse out the lint I will try to guess who it came from. shower, basement, Melinda, sleeping man, garbage