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Hotel Inter was a performance staged in our hotel room in Istanbul.
We were there with the Academy on a study tour. Fourteen students in this big capital city, experiencing the typical short-stay tourist-trauma of no "real" contact with the Turkish people.
We were both interested in graveyards, so we visited one on a hill-side. The graves lay like small terraced fields down the steep hill. They were about 1,5 meters long and 1 meter wide and made out of stamped earth. A line of earth was formed in the center, as if some of the body would stick up a bit. On top of the hill there was a restaurant with red and white patterned tablecloths. Families and loved ones were having lunch, so we sat down for a couple of pancakes. Our luxury this day was a cab-ride home. As we listened to Tracy Chapman, the taxi driver went past a friends house to get me some pills for a very bad cough.
Three days later we lay under mud in our hotel room with only our eyes uncovered, breathing through McDonald's straws. Everything else was a mess as usual in our room. The first visitors were a performance group from Istanbul-we had quite forgot about their performance outside the room. So we weren't prepared for them to begin singing mass in a deep voice and moving their hands in various patterns in the mud.
Everyone was sent in two by two.
Afterwards the mind was ecstatic, and the body sleepy and relaxed.