As I walk into Victory Mansions I see that the establishment is slowly decomposing around the people. I see the paint and bits of wall and ceiling falling off, crumbling past the point of repair. I can see small puddles of water no doubt from burst pipes, or the small cracks where water probably drips in when it rains or snows. This place is in ruins. I’m honestly surprised that people can even live here. I feel terrible for the elderly in this place. I have a feeling that the heat is hardly ever put on, and even if it is, it is put on extremely low.
I climb up the steps to the floor Winston lives on. The smell of boiled cabbage and old grimy rag mats is ever present in the building. I was hoping to escape the smell a little when I climbed those steps. I look down the hall and see that everything is basically the same. There is hardly anything to distinguish the difference between the different flats.
I knock on the door, and Winston opens it in under thirty seconds. He invites me into his dingy flat. It looks like most of the flats I’ve been to, the normal telescreen, all the doors are basically the same. I do however notice that he has a slight alcove in his wall that the telescreen might not be able to see into all that clearly. I mention the little alcove and Winston remains completely void of a facial reaction. You figure that he isn’t hiding anything after all. My mission for the Thought Police is complete. Time for me to move on.
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