Going through the security control at Tegel in Berlin we were stopped. The whole security area was cleared doors locked and all people taken away from the area. The police came in and interviewed, asked us what was that thing in Margareta's white sports bag, we weren't sure what they meant (they didn't speak that great English there either) and then a lady came with a scanner and scanned the bag (we weren't allowed to open it either) and the results of the scanning were analyzed and we were finally allowed to proceed. They explained that the electrity converter margareta had in her bag looked like a bomb.
The trip between Berlin and Miami was uneventful except a cranky German man sitting in front of Mikael who complaint of us speaking too loud, touching his seat etc The food was ok, nothing great and we drank white wine and beer and tried to sleep a little. Miami was hell. The corridors were just as long as weremembered the controls took enormous amount of time, belts removed, shoes removed, the personnel friendly and pleasant though. We had to claim the baggage and get it re-checked in on Cali plane. We ran and the kids ran pulling their small trolley bags and I was getting pain in my chest and had to use my spray. Finally we made it to the gate and they said finally we, we have been waiting for you. They had held the plane for us, they said, but we weren't even the last. The last leg of the the trip was just three hours and a quarter; finally in Cali and the night was purple and the heat was on.
