Gran Hotel Parana feels like a mixture of The Shining and L’Année dernière à Marienbad.
Empty hallways, elevators with doors that are indistinguishable from the entrance to the bathroom.
More than two hundred rooms, five guests.
The birth of Christ is celebrated here with fireworks. Strange women kissed me yesterday at midnight.
The jeep is still working although I suspect that the air conditioning is leaking.