A hotel where the rooms themselves are works of art.
However, you do not have to be an artist yourself in order to stay
here. There was a massive moose head in the lobby. The atmosphere was
not pretentious. The staff seemed open-minded, perhaps even sensitive
to the eccentric or shy.
In spite of that, I was somewhat intimidated and anxious, perhaps
because I was impressed by the hotel and by the objectives of those
involved with its creation.
I was pleased with my room (Mammel's Dream), and also liked the
bathroom. I was afraid I would feel cold trying to sleep in the big
bed, but it turned out to be very warm and cosy. I thought about the
bed as a metaphor, and wondered what it would be like to fill such a
Theoretically, the location of the hotel was quite good. Mitte is,
as the name suggests, in the middle of everything. However, I did not
go outside while there, so I couldn't take advantage of the location.
The room was clean and spacious. I did not ask about internet
I sat, and fasted, and thought, and wrote, and talked to my
Imaginary Friend. I was for a time very ill. It was peaceful there
and I was not disturbed, except for the occasional construction
noises. I think they were working on a room nearby.
There was no minibar or room service - that was part of the
statement they were trying to make. I did not mind going without food
for the time I was there. I had this sense of trying to psychically
absorb or somehow connect with the vibrations of those who had
contributed to the hotel in various ways, and with those who had
stayed in it.
To sum up: my personal dysfunction prevented me from taking full
advantage of what was offered, but I got something essential out of