Translation of "502" by Ginés Cutillas

After working in the city where I'd been sent for my job, I went back to the hotel. They gave me Key 502 at the reception desk and I went up to the fifth floor looking for my room. When I opened the door, I was surprised that the light was on and there was noise inside. I poked my head in and there was a couple, he was getting dressed, she was watching television lying on the bed. I apologized thinking I had made a mistake, although I thought it was odd that the key opened the door. I figured it wasn’t a big deal considering it would be easy for there to be repeated keys in such a large hotel.

I walked down the long, lonely hallway again looking for my room just to end up in front of the same door. I hesitated for a moment and then put the key in the lock. This time an obese, naked man appeared, lying on the bed with a young woman on top of him. I apologized again and closed the door. I attributed my blunder to the exhaustion of the last few weeks of work. But how was it possible for the key to open every door?

Again, I looked for my room and ended up in the same place. I opened without looking and found a mother playing with her small child on the bed and the father talking on the phone. I slammed the door shut, this time without apologizing. Something crossed my mind but I had to open the door again to check. So I did and this time there was a melancholy businessman eating a sandwich. My theory was correct: every time I opened the door it was a different room.

So far I’ve opened 105 rooms and all of them have been different. I’m really tired. I hope they don’t go up to 502.