The number 3 room of the Hotel Madrid, next to the imposing Literary Cabinet of Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, dawned timidly, who knows if because of the white visillo that protects the access of the clarity, who knows if by way of omen of what was about to happen between its walls. That bedroom, then the most coveted of the time, was composed of a bedside table, a desk, a wardrobe and a chamber. The guest book confirmed the attendance of an unexp…
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The number 3 room of the Hotel Madrid, next to the imposing Literary Cabinet of Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, dawned timidly, who knows if because of the white visillo that protects the access of the clarity, who knows if by way of omen of what was about to happen between its walls. That bedroom, then the most coveted of the time, was composed of a bedside table, a desk, a wardrobe and a chamber. The guest book confirmed the attendance of an unexp…