Almost two years ago I was stranded alone in a strange hotel on a strange island. The rain poured heavily so I barely go outside except for my three times routine meals. It was my second visit to that island. The very first time I visited the island when I was 10, i guess. I do have very clear memory about the island. It is full of pubs, prostitutes, street gamblers, tons of moneychangers, and colorful fade neons everywhere. After 12 years, the island look not change at all. It is not a huge city, but the people tend to be colder than the people on metropolitans. I revisited the island because of my curiosity. That 12 years I thought a lot about the island, "does it still the same? Why I really liked that island?" I like neither loud bar, nor prostitutes, nor gambling, nor those sparkling neon. I didn't knew why I liked that island. After I revisited the island two years ago, I am sure that I still really like the island, and I'm sure what makes me like that island. I remember a quote from 'Dance Dance Dance' that can represent my thought about the island "sad hotel existed everywhere, to be sure, but the Dolphin was in a class of its own. The Dolphin Hotel was conceptually sorry. The Dolphin hotel was tragic" I thought what Murakami mean about the hotel it is how I thought about the island. #besokprediksiielts #maafkeun #gaklewat #tandassudah