One of my projects was to focus on the hotel as a non-place. The hotel is the ideal place for nomads; it is a place that can be a home without the fixation of what a home brings, this is also a place where a nomad can convey his solitariness to ‘others’
The modern hotels all around the world are similar. They offer comfort and intimacy. A big comfy bed temptingly invites us to lay down in it. White slippers placed next to the bed will wait to wrap our tired feet. The dim lamps give an instant feeling of twilight. The wall made of glass shows a beautiful panorama of the Metropolis. The little kettle, with boiling excitement, will heat the water for our coffee. There is always a telephone next to our bed with the person on the other side who is only waiting to fulfill our every request and the most comforting thought is, the same person will never have a request to us. We enter either a simple or a luxurious room, the doors are closing and we are no longer where we think we are. Artificial air flows from the ventilation and fills the space. There is no window to open. Everything is hermetically sealed. Our room becomes our cell.
“A story about hotels can, of course, be written only in a hotel. A hotel is a closed world, a demarcated territory, a claustrum, a place one enters freely. The guests are not there by chance, they are members of an order. Their room, whether simple or luxurious, is their cell. When they shut the door of that room behind them and are within, they have withdrawn from the world” (Nooteboom, 2007, p. 81).