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Back in Dresden and boy, I had a delightful flight. The weather was pleasant, we had strong tailwinds speeding our way, the layovers were short. As I was sitting at the gate in Dulles, I was suddenly panic-stricken with the suspicion that I had forgotten how to speak German. "Say something German," I told myself, which only made matters worse as I kept drawing blanks on anything worthwhile saying in German. Eventually I settled on "where's the toilet," and caught myself muttering that outloud intermittently to the bewilderment of the other passengers.
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