Cuba: a Strange Paradise

I grew up in a rural neighborhood, where people used to be healthier and neighbors were like family. We kids wandered about, without any worries.

We played baseball, we swam in shallow lakes and we’d escape to the river sometimes, risking a beating or two from our parents. We climbed mango or guava trees, we made jokes about adults…

We used to wear shorts without a T-shirt or shoes, but that was how we were happy, we were children at the end of the day. However, years passed by and my friends, now adults, began to slowly disappear, or better said, they emigrated.


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