Dear Reader,
When I first met my future wife, we had a long-distance relationship, shuttling between Berlin and Munich. Every couple of weeks after work, I’d head to Schönefeld, Berlin’s rickety old GDR-era airport, board a city hopper to the Bavarian capital, then take the S-Bahn into the city. If everything went to plan (…
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