
I got a room in the most popular hotel which is like a village, populated by stateless people, and has its own rules of hygiene and service that I can deal with. I have a table, chairs, and ultimate luxury, a mirror. I have not seen my face for weeks. I look different, tan makes you always a little older, I have perhaps lost a little weight. I find myself expressions of a retired model that do not displease me.
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