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It’s been a long time since I did this; fly
to Germany with my kids to find their mum.
The last time I had to worry about packing
the right stuff, organising the food and be ready for any emergencies.
I was surprised this time though.
They are adults now, sort of.
This time I had to pack the right stuff,
organise food and be ready for any emergencies.
I took a warm, fur lined jacket (with hood)
to keep one of them warm; Berlin can be cold and I knew he would be dressed in
t-shirt and trainers.
He refused to wear it, it got left at the
airport.
That took me back – back to a time in
Hamburg when he was about five and I had bought a really warm jacket that when
we arrived and it was snowing he refused to wear.
He even refused to wear it when I asked the
shop assistant in a really expensive Hamburg shop, with whom he was smitten, to
pretend that it was one of hers.
That one got left in Hamburg.
If you find yourself at an airport and see
a jacket that looks almost new yet abandoned my family have likely passed through
recently.
Some things change though.
The emergencies.
Airports are not a good place to try
wearing your scarf – red and white spots – in the closest fashion you can
manage to look like a Palestinian terrorist and have your sister photograph you
in as many interesting places in that airport as possible.
And if your passport shows that your name
is the same as theirs the Police take you away too.
And then there was the
issue of the fish sandwich.
28) Yesterday's was sooooooo easy, let's get hard.
120 what?
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