A half hour after check-in time, the host messaged me, saying that the apartment wasn’t ready and hadn’t been cleaned yet. We stood and waited on the streets of the Museumkwartier with all our luggage until the housekeeper finally showed up; we couldn’t check in until almost three hours after check-in time. House rules expressly stated that no toilet paper is to be put in the toilet, and that trash would be picked up and towels replaced every two days, so “don’t worry about it.” Apparently we needed to worry about it because this was never done. Feces-soiled toilet paper sat in a trash can for our entire stay. On the fifth day at check-out, not once was trash picked up or towels replaced, even after messaging the host after the second day. Also, this basement studio smelled like exactly that—a dank basement. If you’re the type of traveler who likes to keep fecal-soiled toilet paper marinating in a can for a week after your bowel movements, with no fresh towels and trash piling up, then this is the perfect place for you. The host said that he was away on holiday. I hope he enjoyed his, because we certainly didn’t enjoy ours.