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On our way to the police station I got a call from someone at the German embassy who assured me that they would check on us the next morning. That's when I realized we probably wouldn't be returning to our apartment before the night was over. At the station our phones were taken from us, and I managed to negotiate bottled water instead of tap. Then, we were given our rations for the next 20 hours: a minuscule piece of cheese with a side of marmalade. We stayed awake all night chain-smoking, plotting elaborate escape plans, and listening to the screams coming from the basement.
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