Architecture
It has been said that there were two demands for the original drawings of Samfundet: First of all, it was to have some element of circus (in remembrance of Cirkus, the old building), which has been taken care of in Storsalen.
Second, it was to be have elements from mazes. Samfundet is split into two parts, the public and private areas. The public areas can be complicated enough, even though they are mainly dominated by a few larger rooms (most being used as stages of various kind in the weekends) and hallways in-between. However, the private areas, which are normally only open to the staff, is a true maze. There are over 200 rooms, 40 different levels and a true chaos of hallways, doors and even ladders. Nobody has ever managed to get an exact count of how many rooms or doors; attempts to make CAD models of the building have failed (except for a very coarse model used during modelling of the fire extinguisher system), simply because the pieces do not seem to fit together. Most people get lost at least a few times, and the shortest path between two given places can easily involve fifteen or twenty turns and rooms.
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