Montes Solberg

June 15, 2011 at 2:16AM

I’m sitting in the Frankfurt airport after flying overnight from Toronto. My flight to Berlin left before I even landed so now I’m on standby for a 10:15. Failing that it will be 11:40.

I’m worried about my suitcase which, against my better judgment, I decided to check. In my defense I’m half way through ten days on the road and I needed more stuff than usual. Let’s hope the Germans are as efficient as their reputation says they are and my bag follows along with me.

Plus I want a shower. The air in the airport is sticky and hot. I’m reminded of Louis the Sixteenth of France. He is said to have bathed only twice in his life as bathing was considered to be bad for one’s health and believe it or not the practice of someone with loose morals.

A Russian diplomat who had the dubious pleasure of meeting him claimed Louis smelled like a wild beast.

I’m not to that stage yet but its in everyone’s interest for me to get on that flight and to my hotel.

As a sad aside I note that everyone in Germany is cooler than me. Everyone here has cool shoes and glasses and hair.

Good news. I’m on the flight. Seat 36B. The last row, but I’m on. Berlin, here I come.

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