The Last Time I Saw Fidel
The last time I saw Fidel was at his home in Havana.
We smoked cigars, drank rum, and talked about the future
of Cuba. “Cuba will never again be a colony of slaves and
whores serving a master who would keep us in bondage
for all eternity. We’d rather swallow the ocean or slit our
own throats!” And as I could tell he was now pretty drunk
I decided not to engage him any further but changed the subject
to Hemingway, wondering about their friendship, and if
The Old Man and the Sea was really set off the coast of Cuba
as everyone said.
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