Kitchen, where the generally despised hospitalfood
I don't like hospitals. The smell of disease
and death mixed with that of anaesthetics and cleaning agents had luckily
disappeared, like all the other hospital furnishings. Only corridors and
rooms with rubble and broken glass remain, for a while.
A retractable stair leads to the roof, an extra ladder leads to the elevator
machineroom, from where stepping irons in the wall lead to the top of the
chimney, the highest point of the building.
The hotel squeezed into a small corner between
roads and highway. Quite good actually; they serve coffee in mugs at breakfast.