Sitting in this mundane and run down motel room he realized this has become his life. The constant travel and the extended stays in cheap motels on the highways of this glorious country had become his fellows. It was already dark, the sun had just set and he rose from the bed, glimpsed at the TV, where reruns of a once popular show had been running most of his stay. He moved through the room and stared into the mirror. His unshaved beard gave him a rugged look, which was not helped by his bloody eyes surrounded by dark eye shadows.
His neighbor to the right had been a traveler like him, in the routine conversation while having a smoke outside consisted of their professions and the current issues in the world. When he learned that his neighbor is a salesman for Jacuzzis, apparently not a money making business, he also learned that his fellow liked guns and did not like the Administration running this country. Lovely, he thought, at least I don't have to worry about protection. Most of the other rooms were not filled; he may have seen a couple of cars, mostly old sedans just like his. Just like him his car had seen better days but had never disappointed him. As it is common here the motel owner is an Indian, who does not speak a word of English, except you may pay with the Credit Card and no there are no smoking rooms available.
While he was gazing aimlessly at the mirror, the horn of car was sounding. He went on to see out of his window, the Jacuzzi Seller was already outside. The horn of the car was apparently his neighbor's car, and an unlucky man had tried to break into it. The Jacuzzi Seller did not hesitate; he pulled his gun and shot one, two, three times. The window of the car was full with blood. Calmly the man closed his curtains, and returned to bed pretending nothing happened. "The Truth will set you free, Justice will be served" a man in the TV was saying, making commercial for a new car. The irony did not strike him, he turned the TV off and hid in the dark, while outside people were screaming and shouting. After a while he heard sirens and then more talking, but in the end there was silence.
In the morning he went to the lobby for the continental breakfast, a meal he had begun to appreciate a long time ago. Nothing better than free food, he always said to the receptionist. The lobby was closed, it said closed until further notice. He was disappointed and noticed that most of the cars left, including his neighbors. The sun had not penetrated the clouds; the fog was so strong that one could not see much. He noticed a bullet hole in his car, went into the room, packed his stuff and left the motel, onwards down the road.