So, funnily enough, here I am in the town of Pavia in northern Italy. The old cobbled pedestrian streets confined between stacked-rock walls and narrow staircases retain the ancient roman roots of the town. It is snowing buckets outside, large juicy sheets of fluffy water covering all in a soft white blanket. I have the comfortable position of a warm lecture theatre, and entertainment via a lecture in Micro-economics: "World Bank - Get the Prices Right"... My path has been somewhat circuitous in the last little while... moving from Paris to the south of Spain via Switzerland and Italy, but so have my thoughts been. With the transition to Spain tomorrow and then possibly Morocco the next, I will have covered 5 countries in 5 days; an appalling blur of hazy language errors, long journeys, fascinating
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