Key Highlights
- Mine began on an escalator at Berlin Brandenburg airport.
- It was a Sunday afternoon.
- I was heading up to the check-in counters for my return flight to Istanbul, where I’ve lived for the past few years.
- On the other side, people were heading down – fresh off flights into Berlin.
- I was daydreaming, my eyes drifting across bags and figures, when I paused at a brown leather bag and a light linen suit.
