ABSTRACT
The flight over the English Channel was one of the worst Tamir had ever taken, worse than he ever wanted to experience again. A constant battering from storm clouds left the British Air passengers nauseated and dizzy. No one dared eat anything. I’ll take sailing on rough seas to this anyday, Tamir vowed. When the plane finally landed in Frankfurt, he was white-faced, sweating and still nauseated. As soon as he got through customs, he bathed his face repeatedly with cold water in the m en’s washroom. He knew it was not an auspi cious way to start his German adventure. An airport bus took him to his hotel and he headed straight for the bed. Even though it was only one o’clock in the after noon, he knew he was going to have to sleep this one off.
