Norwegian Wood1I was 37 then, strapped in my seat as the huge 747 plunged throughdense cloud cover on approach to Hamburg airport. Cold Novemberrains drenched the earth, lending everything the gloomy air of aFlemish landscape: the ground crew in waterproofs, a flag atop a squatairport building, a BMW billboard. So - Germany again.Once the plane was on the ground, soft music began to flow from the