no more manderley

The stairways used to be covered with dust and dead leaves, as the balcony doors were getting painted and the doors often open. I liked them like that. I felt like a ghost in a deserted house.

I planned to take a picture of the stairs and the leaves when the light would be right, but yesterday two men came with a vacuum cleaner and a polishing machine. They we chatting all day in Russian while they were working, for me it sounded like they were in the middle of a deep philosophical conversation about life and the universe.

Now the stairway is clean and shiny. The men were probably talking about football. The ghost got a job.