The plane is perfectly on time; shortly, we will land in London. About two hundred bodies will finally lift themselves from their seats and, with more or less explicit courtesies—depending on their character, mood, travel motivation, and countless other indefinable factors—will seek their place in line for the passenger stairs. From there, they’ll head to passport control, retrieve their luggage, and step into a world where, hopefully, each will strive to manifest t...
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