Extremely interesting and highly disturbing experience, it was.
Never going back, ever.
I arrived to the hotel late in the evening escorted by the pick-up taxi service and a bit of personal assistance due to my recently reduced medical condition and moving ability. I had had an accident that same day and I was barely able to avoid the need for a wheelchair.
At the reception I was greeted by the manager of Good Morning Arlanda, a middle-aged female who informed me that I was not welcome to stay at her hotel. This was expressed to me in the most unfriendly, careless, inhumane matter imaginable while still being within the borders of legal action. I was astounded. She didn’t speak much, wouldn’t listen to me asking questions for more than half a word, so I wasn’t offered any chance to try and clarify what was going on.
I got the impression that I was kicked out from the hotel based on my neurological condition, which the manager had decided to personally object against.
Not being able to control herself and her attitude she mentioned that she would refund me, failing to do so in the end, and told me, I was to leave the premises immediately.
Shaking, crying, hardly being able to walk unassisted, I found my way out of her property and returned to the airport.
I spent that night mainly seizing on the marble floor of a remote hallway at Arlanda Airport, where I was trying to reach minimum safety.
My Tourette’s, tics, cramps and medical requirements were accepted at Arlanda.