(Again)
The Pension staff thinks it was a bat (they're a lot bigger here) and not a rat, since they can't find anything here, though some light objects were definitely moved (a napkin, for example,) and considering I started crying they actually believed me. They put me in a suite with a queen sized bed and a private toilet on the ground floor, where bats can't get in. And now I don't have to use the lift, which is, coincidentally, now pitch black because the light bulb burned out. I took a nap and I feel a little better. I think East Berlin and some good coffee will certainly help.
Bis bald, dann.
Katharine
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