The wind

Things didn’t go right from the very beginning. Mr. Valerian Tudori, his baby face shaved squeaky clean, his dimples ready, hopped down the aircraft steps, and almost moaned with pleasure as the soles of his shoes bounced against the tarmac. It must have been the whiff of that wilderness and freedom &ndash; the slogan of his own creation &ndash; that leaked into his brain. For the thing was, Mr.…