Among the many nasty things that life has in store for us, also include hotel beds with a plastic cover around the mattress. They’re especially popular in transit hotels that you’ll never visit again, and you usually don’t notice them until it’s too late. That is, after a rough, sweaty night of nightmares of the worst kind.
In the daytime still so picturesque Gasthaus Niederbipp it was a hit. I dreamed that one of Donald Trump’s most fanatic accomplices, Michael Flynn, was cheered on by a mob of flag-turners on Dam Square. I saw images of Dutch children chanting bullying slogans at an asylum seekers’ hotel to frightened peers from Syria. A school was also suddenly established in Almere, where the students would learn that climate change is a left-wing lie. In short, the most bizarre things.
“Calm down, honey,” my wife said as she dabbed my clammy forehead in the morning. “It’s all because of that plastic.”
