IN WHICH I TAKE A LEAP OF FAITH.

I'm in Berlin on a work assignment, staying at one of those super-trendy hotels that doesn't even have a sign outside saying 'hotel'. The door to the lobby doesn't have a handle, and is covered in scribble. I have started to hate trendy places. I like peace and quiet and impeccable service. My giant bed is on a platform in the middle of the room; I keep scraping my knee as I clamber ungainly into it. And I need a diagram to use the shower. [ABSTRACT FROM PUBLISHER]

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