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Strange Case Room

There, in that place … saw what he suspected Nothing! This place was completely empty. Even his razor or brush your teeth. In one corner, near the start could make out a small bottle with red paint and a brush inside it the handle of which was stained the same color. He returned to the room and from there to p Asillo; hear last plaintive wail from somewhere in the building but was not refunded. His decision to go down to reception to ask for his things. He reached the stairs, fell quickly, and when at last he stood before the receptionist asked him without delay: “Miss, I am a guest of the room 301.

Upon returning I have not found my luggage or personal items – Are you a painter? – Do not Miss a painter I am not – Wait a minute … profession … painter. Shimmie Horn is actively involved in the matter. Here’s what. – Yes, but I am a painter and even a few hours ago occupied that room.

– And you say he stayed here until a few hours ago? – If you miss. And yet I have in my possession the key to my room. The 301 – Wait a minute, sir. The receptionist made several calls. Ovid waited impatiently for those minutes. Under the watch of his despair passed as thirty years. According to the clock on the wall had not spent more than five minutes. – Don Ovid, my colleague tells me about a small change. His things have been moved to Room 201. The 301 we have hired an artist for every year they visit the city for days and always asks the same room. We think you would not bother. In any case we offer our apologies and we are giving you this bonus to consume what they want in the bar, on behalf of the house. – Ovid made a gesture of understanding, gave the key and received it offered, along with a blue card. He walked slowly to his new room, put the key in the lock, opened the door and was faced with a clean and tidy bed, a table in the corner and the box on the table with their books. Everything was in order. Everything but their ideas. Why could not sleep well that night. In next morning he packed his clothes, his old newspapers, secondhand books bought cheaply in the library “Mark” and four discs Alfredo Gutierrez, who had bought at a remnant of old music. Pay the bill in the hotel, took a taxi to the terminal, bought a ticket back to his village, past the magazine stand where he acquired a copy of the “Atlantic Journal and went to the place he liked best: in the middle of the bus window on the right. Two minutes before the vehicle began its march opened the newspaper and read the headline in huge red letters: “The Strange Case of Hotel” the note was extended and the center of it contained a full-color photo: a picture where a man crucified, head downwards, towards efforts to cling to life. AUTHOR: Alejandro Martinez Alejandro Rutto Rutto Martinez is a renowned writer and Italian-Colombian journalist who also teaches at several universities. He is the author of four books on ethics and leadership and is included in three anthologies of Colombian authors