Chapter III.I
Galbraith, who needed to catch a British Airways flight, had to spend two and a half hours at Portland International Airport. The wait didn’t promise to be pleasant – by this time, such a crowd had formed in the building that it was completely incomprehensible to the inspector, unfamiliar with local orders, how people would even get on their planes. Leaving his suitcase in one of the waiting rooms, he headed to the second floor, where there were shops and cafes where he could buy a hamburger or coffee. Walking a little forward, Galbraith entered the establishment closest to the escalator – not least because he was attracted by the music playing there. The cafe was small, but quite cozy – the interior was dominated by purple and blue tones. On the walls hung curious paintings, made in the f
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