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International hotels; gloss, and murmur of all the world’s languages. Packed buffets, fluffy towels, squeaky-clean bathrooms, mint chocolates under pillows. And invisible people who work there. Just like Sarjo. Sarjo sets off on one last adventurous journey through the hotel, to places which only belong to us – the chosen ones. (Brno 16)
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