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The Bath House

The Bath-House When I was twelve years old I discovered a bath-house near the docks we didn`t have a bathroom at home only a toilet for four families. In I went- I had my intrepid moment- cubicles were you Could undress in peace get a piece of soap, a towel which was a novelty. My first shower, god how I loved it warm water and soap I might have, no, I don`t think so that came later. I had a shower as often as I could the bath-house was shut on Saturdays and holidays. It was incredibly cheap but for a boy 1 Krona was much I had to ask my aunt for money to buy sweets and shamelessly used them for my secret vice. Well, the bath-house has gone a block of expensive flats with a view of the harbour. Everything changes but not always for the better

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