I was 37 then, strapped in my seat as the Lufthansa 747 plunged（使投入） through a dense（密集的） cloud cover（盖子） unapproached Hamburg airport. Cold November rains drenched（ 使湿透） the earth, lending everything the gloomy（黑暗的） air of a Flemish landscape（风景）. The ground crew（全体船员） in waterproofs（防水材料）, a flag（旗） atop a squawked airport building, a BMW billboard. So, Germany again. Once the plane was on the ground, soft music began to flow（流动） from the ceiling（天花板）'s beakers. A sweet orchestral（管弦乐的） cover（盖子） version（版本） of the Beatles' Norwegian wood.

  The melody（悦耳的音调） never failed to send a shadow（ [C] 影子） through me, but this time, it hit me harder than ever.