13 April 2019
When the hotel is empty, silence begins to reign. Even those who wander around the rooms, even those who head for the offices, do so with more circumspection. It is as if one does not want to disturb the inner calm of the surroundings in these few months when the hotel rests. When the guests are not here, and the staff neither, it seems that the hotel lives in a sort of suspended state, in a limbo. It seems that the hotel has taken leave of itself and gone for a walk to the mountain highs: that's why the air is more rarefied. Everything is still, the elevators do not buzz, voices are not heard. There is only the composure of things to paint the shadows of time that goes by.