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New York City there I go!

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Or, rather, New York second round. It is my second visit to the city of skyscrapers or the so-called "city that never sleeps". What a fallacy. After being in Tokyo, New York does not deserve that name. Second round because in the first the city beat me by K.O. Although it is also true that I did not plan anything my first visit. Something very unusual in me, but the week I spent there was the second stage of a 24-day trip in Canada. I went three weeks to study English in Toronto and finally I wanted to put the icing on the cake visiting the big apple. Also, as a guide I got carried away. The accommodation in Manhattan is horrible. Sleeping there is expensive and usually the rooms are very shabby. So if you want to save money, it is best to stay in Brooklyn or Queens. We decided to stay in the same place where my partner had stayed on his first visit to the city: the YMCA (yes, as the Village People song) of Greenpoint in Brooklyn. The YMCA are like a kind of neighborhood cultural centers that have a swimming pool, gym, classes and also have very cheap accommodation service. He told me that the rooms were simple but that they were good, and the price was unbeatable ($ 50 / night double room) so we didn't hesitate and booked.

Photos of Central Park last week. © Damon Winter / The New York Times

In the weeks before the trip I read very bad comments on the Tripadvisor website, from travelers who claimed that the hotel was infested with cockroaches and bugs. I doubted a little about whether to change places or not, but in the end we thought that maybe people were a bit exaggerated and decided to move on.

We arrived at the lodge at night and tired of dragging our bags. The hostel was under construction because they were renovating it and the first impression was that we were getting into a slum. Anyway, I put value to the matter, because after having slept in "the hotel of death" in Paris (this story I will tell another day) I thought it would not be so much. The room was a bit shabby but it didn't look very disgusting. It would be like eleven at night, so we got into bed and turned off the light. At that moment I saw a shadow run over my pillow and I rose like a spring.

- Maybe it's my paranoia, but I would swear there was a bug running across the bed!

We turned on the lights and began to search among the filthy carpet. And to my little satisfaction we found the cockroach that had passed fleetingly through the sheets, or who knows, like it was already inside curled up and legs had come out so I love you after we entered the bed.

Photos of Central Park last week. © Damon Winter / The New York Times

Then I saw it clear, there was not only one cockroach, but several. It goes without saying that I flatly refused to get back into that bed and after a little talk we went to complain to the reception. The receptionist of the night shift passed us Olympic and before his passivity we went to the street to find a grocery store 24 hours to buy insecticide. Upon arriving at the room we met some people from Madrid who had gone to study English for a month in New York and explained to us that they had been like that since the second day and that every time the thing was getting worse. That they had complained innumerable times but that neither case.

At the door of the room there was a cockroach welcoming us and after killing her with a zapatazo we entered the room armed with the insecticide. After spraying it with more than half a boat, we realized that unless we wanted to get intoxicated we couldn't spend the night there.

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