It’s like a long unending dream, unrealistic, without a real storyline. The inside is empty, abandoned. The final memories are stored in those pieces no one would take with them, they’re not lost, they just left. Inumerous dreams passed through this rooms, thousands of hands which grabed a beer, a whiskey from the minibars. Each room with a story, a history, that will remain for some more years in the heads of visitors, who took a look outside, fabulous Schwabing. The storyline? Memories will pass, the outside view into those remaining ingredients of a hotel’s history. A final view from the outside in, the inn is gone, empty space for something new to come.