Where was he? Nobody in Reykjavík, Iceland, knew, and the tension last week was palpable. Teams of reporters roamed the airport, waiting, watching, checking. Icelandic Airlines officials in New York kept two seats open on every flightjust in case. But where was he? Meanwhile, carpenters put the finishing touches on the 3,000-seat Sports Hall in Reykjavik. Lighting experts checked and rechecked the lighting. Eight closed-circuit TV cameras, five telex machines, three movie cameras and one huge projector were set up. But where, oh where was he?
Suddenly, late one night, there he was, sitting...
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