"We're on our way" (no, actually, "I'm on my way") was the sad swansong of an aging
Phil Collins eight years ago. Well, we are on our way now, even arrived in San Francisco already, but stopped over in Frankfurt, Germany, at the
Hilton Garden Inn of Frankfurt Airport, the
Ikea among the Hilton brands. Right next to the entrance for the Hilton Garden Inn there's the entrance of the
Hilton Frankfurt Airport, The
Hilton among the Hilton brands, and both outfits share a common atrium, 11 floors high. We're sent up in Hollywood glass elevators to the 11th floor, to room 1126, and an atrium bridge sends us to the other side, the Hilton-hilton side of the atrium.
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| Not painted by Piero della Francesca |
Everything is new here, including the smallness of a room that radiates the coziness of a
mansarde of three-pane insulation windows 6 inches thick, and a fashionable bathroom design (if bathroom designs can be radiated (lol, (loller)))---a fashionable bathroom design of misleading tiles that look like hardwood but are made of materials from Mars (this sounds unintentionally old-fashioned but there's no way to salvage this sentence anyway).
We take a shower. Shower and bathtub are integrated, as usual in hotels, and our eye falls on the sink.
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| Now what? |
Have you ever seen a sink like this? Yes. Have you ever seen a sink in this location, right at the center of the tub? Come on, it's not so difficult. It's all about sex, or at least foreplay. You understand if you ever tried in a traditional bath tub.
In the next post we'll hazard a mini-essay about sex and modernity, which, if it were written in German, would be titled "Sex im Zeitalter seiner technischen Reproduzierbarkeit."
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