Hello, this is Jana and welcome to Story Nouri.

This story is dedicated to Adam, Yarden and Netta, who asked us to do something just a bit spooky.

The Dutch Hotel is not just famous for being haunted.

It is also known for the best Dutch pancakes in London.

Well, naturally, given its name and history, they had to hire a pancake chef from Holland. And just in case you're wondering, he is alive, chef, not a ghost. Next. At 722 AM, Captain Errol Fenn landed his Boeing 747 from Boston at Heathrow Airport.

Before taking a nap, the one thing he was looking forward to

was a good breakfast. His co-pilot, who was half Dutch, recommended the pancakes at the Dutch

hotel. Still wearing his pilot's uniform, he took a black cab straight there. The fair was almost as much as a return

flight to New York, but never mind, he was hungry. He was still feeling the effects of the

red-eye flight as he walked into the lobby. As he entered, a sensation came over him that was more than simple weariness.

It was a strong sense of deja vu, a feeling that he had seen all this before, perhaps in a dream, or somewhere long ago.

And yet, until that very morning, he had never even heard of the Dutch hotel.

And despite having visited most of the countries in the world,

he had never even tried Dutch pancakes.

Good morning, I'm looking for a spot of breakfast.

He told the smart-suited usher.

This way, sir, said the usher, leading him towards

the lounge. Strangely, the captain already knew it would be on his left. The room opened out

around a marble fountain. A classical water nymph poured a steady stream into the basin below.

There were leafy green plants everywhere, potted palms and trailing vines.

The mood was unrushed, but also quite business-like.

Many of the guests were dressed for meetings.

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