Iron curtain all that's absent in retro hotel
Communism wasn't that bad, was it? If you feel that way -- and many seem to, writes Tom Hundley -- your room awaits at the quirky Ostel.
Chicago Tribune Tom Hundley November 26, 2007
BERLIN - When you check into the Ostel, a small, anonymous hotel a few blocks from the eastern train station, it's almost as if the Anti-Fascist Protection Wall, as it was known in this part of the city, still divides Berlin.
From behind the reception desk, a portrait of Wilhelm Pieck, the first president of communist East Germany, smiles benignly. A row of clocks records the time in the comradely capitals of Moscow, Havana and Peking.
You can sleep at the Ostel for as little as 9 euros (about $13) a night if you are willing to share a Pioneer Room with five other people.
Or you can splurge on a standard single that costs 38 euros ($56), but you still have to share a bathroom.
The idea of the Ostel -- the name is a play on the German word for east, ost, and hostel or hotel -- was hatched by Daniel Helbig and Guido Sand, two former Ossies who worked as acrobats in the East German state circus.
According to Sand, they got the idea while hiking in a rural area near Berlin and coming across a perfectly preserved but completely abandoned Pioneer Youth camp.
"We thought people would enjoy staying in a place like that, but we realized we wouldn't make any money [in a rural location], so we went looking for a building in Berlin," said Sand, who now works as a physiotherapist when he's not helping out at the hotel.
After finding a suitably dreary building, they went on a collecting spree for authentic East German furnishings.
"We asked grannies and aunties; we looked on eBay; we went to flea markets and antique stores; we checked in newspapers when old people died," he said.
Their haul included several vintage radio consoles as big as refrigerators and a conference table from a hunting lodge used by the Stasi, the regime's hated secret police.
Since opening May 1 (a date not chosen by accident), the Ostel has done a brisk business. Some guests come for a taste of what Germans call ostalgie, a nostalgic yearning for the artifacts of the vanished German Democratic Republic.
Others are drawn by the bargain prices.
For Nina Holzem, 26, who was in Berlin recently for a business meeting, it was a little of both.
"I try to pick hotels that are a little bit different, and this sounded like a cute idea," said Holzem, who works for a Frankfurt publisher.
The rooms are fine, she said, although somewhat spartan. She also missed having room service. "To be honest, I wouldn't send my parents here," she added.
What is slightly puzzling to outsiders is the eagerness with which Germans have transformed communism into kitsch, and the way ostalgie has become a lucrative cottage industry.
For Russians, Poles, Czechs, Hungarians and others who endured corrupt and misanthropic socialist regimes, there is no similar sentimental yearning for the bad old days of secret police and shoddy consumer goods.
No surprise then that Ostel's quirky brand of humor is usually lost on guests from the former Soviet bloc.
Especially the Russians with the pretty young women on their arms, Sand said.
"They were looking for something cheap on the Internet, but when they arrive here, they get angry and start yelling. They say it's like a hotel in Russia. They don't think it's funny at all," he said.
Out of deference to these guests, Sand and Helbig have toned it down a bit. They no longer "bug" the Stasi Suite with little plastic insects.