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On a bitingly cold midwinter’s morning a measured snowfall blankets Munich and leaves traffic at a dead stop. At the city’s fairgrounds visitors give scant attention to the elements, distracted by the buzz of activity emanating from inside the congress centre. There’s the whoosh-bang of nail guns driving tiny spikes into timber; in another hall, someone powers up a tile cutter. By lunchtime several booths are manned by blonde barmaids balancing trays of beer and taking orders while navigating through boisterous crowds of beefy men swilling lager…



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