The sensation of being the only guest in a grand hotel on the outskirts of the city —and hearing the somnambulistic elevator and a scream— or being in an empty theater or in a Lonely plaza of a lonely unknown city weighed down with suitcases and no money surrounded by escaped doves from the studio […]
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