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WE GOT OFF the train at the airport station with a big group of other people, most of whom looked like they were going to the markets. They were, for the most part, domestic staff dressed in grey with little splashes of blue or sometimes colours of whatever house they worked in. It was a happy, careless, chatting ensemble. We followed this group up the sloping road past the fence around the airport. This part of the path was exposed to the weather and right now facing the western sun. Lilona had to stop, wiping sweat from her forehead.
“Not used to the heat?” I asked, mentally chalking up the climate as a distinct advantage to the Neanderthals.
“It makes you wet.” That was clearly a great source of annoyance.
“Don’t you do exercise on board of your ship?”
Lilona gave me a blank loo
