Читать книгу The President’s Room - Ricardo Romero - Страница 10

Since long before basements were banned, people were building rooms for the president. Every house has one. Or at least houses owned by people like us. The blocks of flats in the city centre don’t. And because they don’t, they lose their privileges. I don’t really know what those privileges are, or even whether our parents know what they are, but nobody doubts that they exist. In our neighbourhood, all the houses have a president’s room. And yet the president has never been to visit us. It’s not that we’re expecting him, because to be honest, most of the time we forget the room’s even there. Most of the time, we forget.