Chiara shook her head and looked out the window at a phalanx of wind turbines that extended over the curve of the horizon, red lights blinking in unison. "My brother is too diplomatic," she said. "I’ll say it. You can’t solve such problems with local barriers. The politics are too . . ." She whirled her hand in the air, exchanged a few words with Michiel, and then settled on "intractable. A planetary solution is the only way."