leakage
Water in the bathroom somehow 'found its way' to T's room located directly downstairs, with drops of water dripping down, then it stopped after a few minutes. Paint and paper are peeling off the ceiling, water stains create a gloomy atmosphere as if it is about to rain, hence S tells T to try not to look upwards at this piece of depressing artwork. She also warns that mold and dampness might cause some type of serious illness. Professionals like architects, interior designers and plumbers gave different explanations to our bathroom malfunction: old pipes, floor or wall leakage, etc. For a moment I start to doubt the practicality of literary studies, but after a nanosecond I insist on its unnoticeable value. Should one write a verse out of this misery? Whatever it is, the landlady agreed to renovate the ceiling and bathroom--a new shower rail is attached to the walls now. What we hope for is a dry house all throughout our stay.