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Back In Uniform
The Reichstag building. You might have seen it. If not, give it a quick Google. It was an old-looking place with huge stone pillars at the entrance and an über-mod glass dome on the top.
It was a humid, overcast day. I got there for opening time. Who knew when JPAC would strike? They didn’t seem like the types to lie in, so I thought it was best to get there early. I got in line to enter the building, nervous but holding it together. I seemed to remember one long, boring Wednesday afternoon in history when the teacher told us the country’s parliament met there. So it came as no surprise that security was tighter than a mosquito’s chuff. Grumpy-looking armed guards hung around by a metal detector, with friendlier customer-service reps standing just ahead of them. A sma
