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Clearing customs, Mitch and Adam walked out of the Berlin-Tegel Airport into a crisp evening.
“Holy crap, that’s cold,” Adam said, wrapping his scarf around his neck.
Mitch pulled his coat around him. “Let’s get a taxi.”
“There’s a taxi queue,” Adam said, walking towards the rank.
“Of course there is. I’d be disappointed if we didn’t queue. We’ve queued all day; what’s another queue.” Mitch followed him.
Adam turned to look at him, laughed and kept walking.
“What?” Mitch smiled.
“You’ve had the patience of a saint all day while I’ve been whining and now when we’re almost there, you lose it.”
“Must have been contagious,” Mitch said.
“Or like me, you’re tired, hungry and cold. I hope the hotel bar opens late.”
They progressed quickly in the queue and found themselves in a taxi
