return to their old ways, and becomes a "hot" Havana. Arrests, beatings, arbitrary closures, kidnappings, blackmail and exhibition of boots. It is the mandate of sick freak its head lodges in the brain of a psychopath vain, that once again invited back to the reckless confrontation, poverty and hate, promiscuous carnival rats of horses blind eye or scoundrels.
dangerously close final day when we leave a legacy of revolution dilapidated to collapse. An entire people, caught in that narrow alley in the open, flanked at their ends by the merciless streets where they multiply fast the hounds and pit bulls, hyenas and vultures fighting over the spoils.
On the threshold of death or from the depths of the earth convene stubborn to collective suicide. It will be civil war, chaos, blood, looting mobs, the mob runaway, intervention, the death of Cuba as a nation, the painful end.
however says the doctor friend, who still is time to configure a recovery project to rehabilitate the Mamerto useless in that it has become that state, right on the edge of metastasis. However diagnosis is serious, severe, and worse, is a state secret.
already intuited what the evidence now attests: You have to perform emergency surgery, wield the scalpel as the Mambi raised fierce machete. It is in this life or the dignity of our grandparents and parents, children and grandchildren. It's not time for a relapse.
