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“Is it normally like this?” he asked von Stalhein on the first of the month, as they stood near the hangar at Tempelhof, waiting for the plane to be ready. He was wearing all the layers he normally needed to feel comfortable at ten thousand feet, and still he could feel the chill.
“No,” von Stalhein had replied. “It is not.”
February 1929 was the coldest month for three hundred years across much of northern Europe: the perfect time to have recently moved into a drafty flat in Berlin.
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- Part 11 of Variations