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Havana to Paris I sat in the airport in Havana, I waited alone for the plane, and I was glad to be leaving just after six months there. To where I was going, however, was an entirely different matter. I was glad to be leaving Havana, as the pollution is thick and the dust is thick, and we often slept on the floor. It was five floors down to running water, and buses never came on the hour. It was not that we did not do what we had set out to do, that we clearly did. Testing solar technology (...)