Though poor the room was clean, and as usual reminded me more of a doctor's office in a poor Soviet village than a room in the hotel-brothel. Yes, it was both a hotel and a brothel. Coming in, Paula and I met a black mother and child in a hallway. I didn't feel sorry for that child living in a brothel; rather I envied him - an interesting experience...Besides, when he grows up, he won't have all those pitiful superstitions that cost me so much to get rid of.
The best thing is to be abandoned in this world knowing neither your mother nor your father, so you can make of yourself whatever you want....
Edward Limonov, His Butler's Story via