THE RECEPTIONIST SIZED UP THE FARMER WITH OPEN CONTEMPT AS HE ENTERED THE HOTEL. BUT THE SECOND HE REACHED FOR HIS PHONE, THE MOOD IN THE ROOM SHIFTED FAST. It was late afternoon when a man, already over fifty, entered the lobby of a luxurious five-star hotel in the city. His skin was darkened by the sun and the country winds. He wore a faded brown shirt, stained with dirt, and old, almost worn-out sneakers. At first glance, it was easy to distinguish him as a farmer from the provinces. He walke