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		By: Maria		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[I was wearing my usual travelling outfit (very thin and comfy leggings and a fleece top) on a layover at the Munich airport. During the pat-down, the screener&#039;s hand brushed over the mole that sits, very primly, on my inner thigh. &quot;Was ist das?&quot; she asked, surprised. I guess it felt like a detonator or something, judging by her sudden alertness. &quot;It&#039;s a mole,&quot; I told her. She didn&#039;t recognize the English word, and since my knowledge of German is limited to the useful sentence &quot;das ist eine Katze,&quot; I pointed to another mole on my body. She laughed and waved me through. I can&#039;t help wondering what that says about security in Munich — I would have felt a lot safer if she&#039;d double checked instead of taking me at my word. I had that mole removed a couple of weeks ago, but as I recall, it did have a sinister sort of feel!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was wearing my usual travelling outfit (very thin and comfy leggings and a fleece top) on a layover at the Munich airport. During the pat-down, the screener&#8217;s hand brushed over the mole that sits, very primly, on my inner thigh. &#8220;Was ist das?&#8221; she asked, surprised. I guess it felt like a detonator or something, judging by her sudden alertness. &#8220;It&#8217;s a mole,&#8221; I told her. She didn&#8217;t recognize the English word, and since my knowledge of German is limited to the useful sentence &#8220;das ist eine Katze,&#8221; I pointed to another mole on my body. She laughed and waved me through. I can&#8217;t help wondering what that says about security in Munich — I would have felt a lot safer if she&#8217;d double checked instead of taking me at my word. I had that mole removed a couple of weeks ago, but as I recall, it did have a sinister sort of feel!</p>
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