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The heat of Havana hit me like a wall as I stepped out of the air-conditioned airport building. After over 30 years in Northern Germany, I had almost forgotten what the Caribbean sun feels like on the skin. But my body remembered - it was as if the 17 years...

The old pharmacy on Calle de Alcala awakens early today with the first rays of sunshine. It is already very warm today. Don Jose wipes down the polished wooden shelves, between the copper jars and the noble flacons made of rock crystal. The...