Welcome to our hostel
Why we refer to our hostel as an "attic." This attic has become a storeroom of memories, where this place's past and its present realities are saved. It is a home for what has vanished and what has remained. All things that gather here, dissipate here as well. Everything comes to an end in an impermanent state of life. On the day a traveler arrives at this little hostel, he or she encounters all that has happened here, creating life with the ineluctable ticking of time, sealed in the cluster of houses like a beehive, and travelers can store the things they wish to remember here too. Thus, the memories of this place extend one after another without end, resting in the memories of travelers one by one, building up a system that records the memories of Treasure Hill, comparable or contrasting: how the houses of this settlement were built, the names of the residents and all the stories that transpired behind each of the windows. Finally, the memories become impossible to rub out, and a likeness emerges.
