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Edinburgh, Scotland. Greta was not born yet… but she could be smiling for ours to a project like this. The vehicle? A complex PPP scheme led by Transport Initiatives Edinburgh (TIE) with multiple contractors, including Bilfinger Berger and Siemens. ​ What actually happened?
Lawyers paradise… Who sued who?
2014 — The first line finally opens. The political fallout?
Brutal lessons:
Moral: I have other interesting and horror stories about my last project in the link below.
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