"I was in Miami once," he said. "A long time ago. The sky was pink! I stopped this rudie on the boardwalk, I said: looks like you got some bad particulate problems here. He told me the sky was full of Africa. And it was true! It was the harmattan, the sandstorms. Top-soil from the Sahara, blown right across the Atlantic. And I said to myself: there, that place, that’s your home."