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The photographers loiter boredly in the press box, their cameras with huge lenses hanging from their hips like rifles. Every now and then someone gets up, looks around the almost empty meeting room, and sits down again, disappointed. At least Boris Pistorius will show up at some point. One of the men dutifully takes a few pictures of the minister packing away his leather backpack.
Then the gong sounds and everyone stands up. Julia Klöckner steps out from behind the gray privacy wall in a tight gold-yellow dress, her shoes matching the color. The color is something like: Halo of the Mother of God in a Fra Angelico painting. All eyes go to the attraction in the middle of the room, where everything else is gray and blue and black.
