The morning is traditionally clouded. There's no-one in the hotel
except for a sign in the reception that claims the price for a room for one to be 126 laris.
How David made 50 laris of it, remains a mystery.
At four in the morning Tbilis is asleep. Almost as in the "Flight from
USSR" from David Turashvili. Except the hotel staff. They have to
into my room some Iranians who arrived 15 minutes ago.