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Walking into Frankfurt Airport was an experience. It had been more than four years since she’d last visited the country of her birth, and she was shocked at how little had changed.
The young policeman gave her German passport a cursory glance, and she was glad that she’d kept her dual citizenship. The Middle Eastern lady in the line next to her wasn’t so lucky. She was still arguing with a bored policewoman, becoming more and more irate. Long after Adi had exchanged good-bye smiles with the officer who bore an uncanny resemblance to Magneto in the X-Men reboot, she still heard the woman’s raised voice.
Despite the long flight and the tiny portion of rubber lasagna with glue sauce which had thoroughly gummed up her digestive system, she felt excited, exhilarated even. She was back in G
