abouthalfthree

I was planning on going out this evening to see a film, but it is now raining extremely heavily.

I know that storms can be bad in Munich because last night lightening knocked out one of the control towers at the airport. We were half an hour delayed leaving Hamburg, then got to fly holding pattern for another half hour before we could land at Munich.

On the other hand, I am glad the humidity has broken, because that was beginning to get on my nerves. (Actually, I could probably still go. The underground station is not too far, and I have my rain coat. It's not actually cold.) Right now I'm waiting for my washing to dry.

There was one thing I wanted to record for amusement.

If you want to complain a about British border security/passport control, then you right to the UK Border Force. They must be written in "English (or Welsh)".

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The city of Sophronia is made up of two half-cities. In one there is the great roller coaster with its steep humps, the carousel with its chain spokes, the Ferris wheel of spinning cages, the death-ride with crouching motorcyclists, the big top with the clump of trapezes hanging in the middle. The other half-city is of stone and marble and cement, with the bank, the factories, the palaces, the slaughterhouse, the school, and all the rest. One of the half-cities is permanent, the other is temporary, and when the period of its sojourn is over, they uproot it, dismantle it, and take it off, transplanting it to the vacant lots of another half-city.

~ Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino

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