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When you world is turned upside down on the 11th floor.

You are in a 4 star hotel on the 11th floor with a view of the sparkling lights of the city below. Now it is the dead of night and you are awoken by a sound; a scratching sound a...what is that? you flick on the bedside light to see a large rat nibbling in the corner of the room.

Hold on, but rats are meant to be in the basement.  Your wordly assumptions are turned upside down,
you have a moment of spatial confusion, of ontological vertigo.

You grab a dressing gown and take the elevator down to Reception.

You complain vociferously.

The Receptionist listens patiently and raises an incredulous  eyebrow, "...and you are on the 11th floor, Sir."

Und jeder spielte so schmutzig, wie er nach könnte die Tricks, die er erhalten hatte.



Und Gott hat schauen hinunter auf seine Geschöpfe und reflektiert "habe ich nicht gut tun." Ja, auch mit diesem Aktuell drüben mit seiner dsytopian Ansicht kann die das Licht sehen, aber es wird anscheinend durch meine Kreationen gedimmt warden.

The paradigm that rats are only found in the basesment or lower floors is a hard one to break.

Perhaps rats are becoming 'upwardly mobile'.

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