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A Different Girl
I asked the cab driver to drop me off somewhere central.
“Don’t you know where your business meeting is?” he asked.
“I’ve got a while,” I said. “I want to look around first.”
“Then I’ll take you to Alexanderplatz,” he said. “You can start with the World Time Clock, seeing as you’re on international business.”
As the taxi driver swung his cab around and headed back to the airport, I looked out over Alexanderplatz. It was a huge square, packed with Christmas market-style stalls, beer tents and rows and rows of long wooden tables and benches. There was even a carousel fairground ride with fake horses and a windmill helter-skelter. Traditional Bavarian folk music played in the background. I think it was something they called Oktoberfest. It would provide some much-nee
