For decades, micro-economies in Miami have breathed in sync with the shortages in Cuba. What happens now?
For the forty-minute charter flight between Miami International Airport and José Martí International in Havana, the official recommendation is that all passengers arrive four hours ahead of their departure time. On your first trip, you will, naively, not understand why this is necessary. Upon arriving at MIA, however, you will take in the passengers snaking through the check-in line with luggage carts piled high enough to require people to stand on their tiptoes to see in front of them. You will watch the bicycles and car parts and computers and stereos and flat screen TVs make their way forward, and you will start to worry that four hours may actually not be enough.
¡Café! ¡Cinco kilos!el cañonazo Coffee! Five cents!
For ten thousand dollars?Really? Paid in cash?Well, no, but they gave me two beautiful cats, worth five thousand each!
Si tú pasas por mi casa
Y tú ves a mi mujer
Tú le dice que estoy en Hialeah
Trabajando en factoria
Por culpa de Fidel!
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“This is where I’ve come, to the America of lights and dreams. And if I am better off I cannot tell.”
German chemists. They empowered us, they ruined us, they controlled so very much.
I felt my mom’s grip tighten around my hand as dozens surged across the Rio Grande, the water waist-high. Adults held children in their arms or carried them in rebozos across their backs. We watched as the Border Patrol agents caught and detained some people while dozens more ran past.