Twelve illustrious writers in twelve rooms: a journey between life and literature in a sui generis hotel in which the guests are the vagabonds of the soul.

“Here no stars. If you want the stars go to the sky”. This is the response of the concierge to the patrons of a run-down hotel in Tel Aviv. That man must have read Dante without knowing him. And that must have been the zero star hotel. A zero star hotel is comprised of four floors because this is what the legend of selfknowledge demands: in the way of the Dantesque journey through the kingdoms of the underworld, the traveller progresses from his initial sense of disorientation into some dark wood in three subsequent phases comparable with inferno, purgatory and paradise. It is a structure that returns in scores of tales and legends, however much every story is unique in itself, because each one of us has our own personal way of getting lost, each one our own inferno, our own purgatory and our own paradise.