Havana or Hell, part seven
The tabletop was covered with dust, and only a seventies rotary dial telephone remained -a gaudy orange memory of past times. he greeted me with a smile, like a receptionist forgotten by time. "welcome to _hotel wurtz_," he joked.
In He Ran 3 - Waltzing Nostalgia
A box with a single old black rotary-dial telephone sat in the far left corner, as well as having a wardrobe directly to his left, and a cupboard straight ahead in the far right corner. "ooh, cushy...lotta shit on the left wall though."