Well the right hotel looks pretty decent, although seeing just bare concrete makes me want to indulge in suspicously cheap vodka and intoxicate myself for my entire life + depression.

It has it’s weird charm, like looking back to the awful past of the USSR. These are a great reminder for us eastern europeans to never ever let another communist regime to power.

Maybe I would love the brutalism’s uniqueness but this stigma is coming strong with me unfortunately.