Pity on Cuba

There is an island that must be seen: a model that is being phased out. Hurry to visit before the last traces are obliterated, for the victors will not put up with any leftovers, and in Miami people are already fighting over the spoils.

Our trip to Cuba began at East Berlin’s Schonefeld Airport; from German Democratic Republic days the airport still has that penetrating Prussian socialist odor of Lysol that no Western chemicals have been able to dissolve. Someone asks us to take ...