Tom.
Our Captain Future with the vision, our Monaco Franze with the charm, reason we’re all here.

Nadine.
She’s been there from the first second. If Tom’s the Captain of the spaceship, Nadine is its engine. Tough and lovely at the same time, with all matters of business and heart she is the one to talk to. The next wonder of the world.

Jens.
The Money Man. You’ll know it’s Jens because he usually has a camera in front of his face and a glass of wine in his hand. How he drinks it with the camera there is a mystery. Originally from Austria, but don’t talk to him about it.

Maarten.
Suave, tall and sings in a swingband. A real gentleman, defining what it takes and means to take responsibility.

Sabine.
She dresses like a fairy, does it all, pure, confident and lovely. When she is not working, the hotel feels incomplete.

Alex.
This hard-working young Spaniard is a great guy to have around. He radiates calmness and seriousness and additionally has a very charming smile. Everyone likes him and so will you.

Inga.
This girl is living proof that appearances can be deceptive. Beneath her sweet, petite and innocent exterior is a mind sharp and deadly as an ice pick, an organizational and computational colossus that would make Leibniz look dumb. The perfect mixture of Speedy Gonzales and Jean D’arc.

Elke.
She always wants to leave, but we always want her back! A born leader, but she doesn't want to find out. No one and every one knows why she is here.

Milli.
It must be the hardest thing in the world to get a German working visa. We kept trying hard to convince the Home Office that this Serbian love affair is handmade for working with us. Serbian charisma at it's best.

Britta.
Somewhere in between a small giraffe and a gigantic shrew, she’s a lovely but secretive creature, a one of a kind that hides in the centre of the reception crew, but dances wild in Berghain at night.

Leah.
Our Korean Princess. Incredibly polite and humble, she's the one to talk to when you want to do an event here. We had to pay some serious bribes to someone in the government, so she could stay in Germany and be our pin-up.

Peggy.
The latest addition to our events department. After visiting pretty much every concert that happened in our hotel the past 12 months, she thought it would be easier to just ask for a job.

Hermann.
In the 80’s he owned a record store in Munich called Discorama. Now he writes movie scripts and tells stories. In between he was looking for something to bring peace to his ever turning mind. He supports accounts by doing all the jobs that take a maximum of 2 brain cells to do. One day, he will be our Mr. Wolf, but until then he goes by the name Husky.

Azar.
He likes to call himself the Creative Director, but we all just call him The Pen. He built the Michelberger Intergalactic Explorer in the basement and wants to be a marine biologist when he grows up.

Anja.
This girl’s so talented, they should donate her to science and study her. Actress, socialite, film scientist, secret markets shopping addict, endless idea pool and with Sibylle, the person who’s made our hotel look so good.

Ulrike.
She works with The Pen, but looks way better. Designer extraordinaire, she also loves to knit and is currently working on the world’s first knitted hotel.

Lukas.
Lukas is like that God dude from that Bible book. He brings forth life out of nothing, except he does his magic on the World Wide Web, and he can do it a hell of a lot faster than 7 days. He breathes life and soul into all our crazy online activities, and keeps everything running smoothly thereafter. A mysterious figure, His eyes glow with the light of his vast flat screen monitor, and He speaks a language no man understands.

Roland.
He doesn’t really know how to make cocktails, but this man has the plan. Creative, visionary and grounded by his Austrian heritage. Talk to the man.

Henning.
Basically he’s built like a brick shit-house. When he’s not behind the bar, he’s at home: in the gym. Apparently, he’s also a damn fine DJ, but no one has verified this yet.

Tommy.
You could sit our Croatian mafia blood in front of a Charlie Chaplin film and his lips wouldn’t twitch. Jessica Alba could order a drink and he’d ignore her. Despite his southern blood, this chap can be as cold as your beer. A typical Berlin charmer, so to say. He is everyone’s silently charming darling and brain of our cocktail manufacture.

Elena.
Imagine sitting in Napoli on a terrace, the sun shining, Andriano Celentano eating Spaghetti Vongole at the next table while you open the second bottle of vino rosso... that's how it feels being around her.

Daniel.
He learned how to make cocktails nine months before he was born. If you want your mixes quick, check the Happy Hour next door.

Amelie.
You’re just as likely to see her camping out on some of the world’s best beaches, surfing the biggest breaks as you are to see her behind our bar. This girl is the reason they have they invented the expression ’surfer chick’.

Johannes.
He moves like moonwalker, silent and elegant. Makes the best coffees, an artist in real life.

Tim.
Our Cowboy. George Dubya’s son. Except he’s way smarter, way more talented and a way better actor than the old man. Our good spirited American.

Maria.
Have you seen Madagascar? She’s the lion. Powerful, athletic, elegant, majestic, and service with a snarl.

Pablo.
He's here! I know he's here! That's him, I'm telling you that's him! You hear me? I'm telling you it's Keyser Pablo Soze!

Lena.
A bar miracle. She can do 8 things at the same time, while telling you bizarre stories from the underground hardcore coffee-making scene.

Rike.
Don’t be fooled by the quiet and calm exterior of this smart and graceful girl. There’s a hell of a lot happening there on the inside. In one glance she knows more about you than you do.

Norman.
The silent cook. Easy, speedy and charming. The kitchen feels like a harmonious paradise when he’s in it. A rare star in the universe of eccentric and stagy kitchen chefs.

Nicole.
Our kitchen Buddha. Nothing and everything as long as it’s veggie.

Flo.
Keeps the kitchen engine running smoothly and sweetly and has a smile to melt the heart of even the angriest chef.

Kantalo.
Since the beginning, since a long time, for now and always, our one true Chef.

Paul.
It’s hard to say who is responsible for his bleeding-edge coolness, while at the same time being so eager to learn and easy-going. It must have something to do with his childhood.

Javier.
The Spaniard. Sexy clean, sexy shiny kitchen.

Evan.
Canadian Export. The man with the trust that everything will turn out fine. Does a mean haircut too, if you ask him nicely.

Zaira.
Our super señorita from Spain keeps you topped up with red wine even at breakfast. She warms up those cold, grey winter mornings.

Maria.
Beautiful, loud and extroverted, Maria has got the voice of an angel and the soul of a devil. Like a good Vino Tinto, she’s sultry and complex and she sure ain’t shy. If you’re looking for inspiration for a book, or if you’re simply looking for some entertainment, go to the bar, order up a long drink, sit back and ask her all about her love life…

Milena.
You’ll usually catch her early at breakfast. Whatever time of the morning or night you appear, whatever state you’re in, whatever crazy request you throw at her, whatever you’re wearing or not wearing, you’ll always find this charming young lady smiling at you! We’re thinking of patenting her as a guaranteed cure for depression. Just sit and have her smile at you for an hour a day and you’ll be fine in no time!

Herr Klug.
If it’s broke, he can fix it. Makes blue overalls look like a fashion must-have.

Hermann.
If it’s broke he can talk to it. He’s also nocturnal, which is handy in outer space.

Gitti.
Hard working, cleans anything that moves, even Tom’s football stuff (which doesn’t move that much). A good soul, we freed her from the world of Weekend supplements.

Jadwiga.
Never not seen without her handbag, Jadwiga is working hard, making sure the place is spotless and everything is in order.

Michael Topper.
When you see a lean guy walking around the hotel, looking like he just escaped from the early years of the 70’s, with a slightly worried expression on his face, that’s Michael that is. We dig his style.

Ingeborg and Otto.
Angels from the mountains. Hard to convince, but once they trust you, they go all the way. Very young at heart. This is how we want to be when we’re old.

Alexander.
A master of cheese eating and riding the legal landscape with a light heart and high endurance, when it comes to work and late night talks. He’s got the blues.

Markus.
Builds fast cars, has many questions. Has big trust in his companions. Always follows the race car drivers code of honour: Break a leg!

Monika.
The travellers soul. She knows it all. Sometimes she’s lost in space, but that’s just because it’s not always the right space.

Hans.
The Admiral of the Fleet. He stays in the background and sends us important messages in secret code. He says “kvnq”, we say “ipx ijhi?.” His old football coach once said about him: “Where others don’t have the guts to put their feet, he flies in with a header.” He’s the man.

Rudi.
Our Spiritual Leader and the soul of the hotel. He’s always there when you need him with a pearl of wisdom. The ladies love him, especially when he gets out his big horn.

Phil.
Astronaut and demolition man from the moment of lift-off. A real man, the best possible friend, he does it all. Flies to space now, but still loves to go to the next door China Imbiss with Rudi to visit Mama.

Werner.
He picked up on Tom's words instantly, and although he comes from somewhere else, he was excited, ready and open to go down unknown creative routes to find something unique in the collaboration of new friends.

Sibylle.
She doesn’t think, she connects to whatever, feels it and does it. She also doesn’t talk much. But she pulls from all corners of her lovely crazy past and present. The Michelberger Unicorn.

Penny.
He likes to show his Pussy to everyone on the rivers around Berlin. He is justifiably proud of his memorably named little wooden boat. Despite having a face that looks like a pissed-off bear that just lost it’s dinner, he does in fact have a heart of gold, and is one of the nicest blokes you could possibly meet.