"Every year in my travels I stop at Procopia and take accommodation in the same room of the same inn ... Every year, as soon as I enter the room, I raised the curtain and counted a few more faces: sixteen ... This year, finally, to raise the curtain, the window frames only an expanse of faces ... In my room we are housed in twenty-six: to move my feet I have to disturb those who are crouched on the floor, I push my way between the knees of those sitting on the dresser and my elbows of those who take turns to lean against the bed: all kind people, thankfully. "
(Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino)