Hemingway Collection
Ameican Lit book!?
Hey … my cousin has to read his aA enlightened American honors classes this summer and here is the list of authors given … we for books that have an average vocabulary for freshmen / second next year. The book should be highly interesting to keep your care. lol and pls no collection of poems Here are the authors: * Books that are excluded are those who come to study in class so that they are not allowed to read the future. Washington Irving (except The Legend of Sleepy Hollow) Twain Mark (excluding The adventures of Huckleberry Finn) F. Scott Fitzgerald (with the exception of The Great Gatsby) John Steinback (excluding La Perla "and" Of Mice and Men) from Carl Sandburg Nathaniel Hawthorne Herman Melville Amos Bronson Alcott Margaret Fuller Henry David Thoreau, Ralph Waldo Emerson Frederick Steven Douglass Kate Chopin crane Hemingway, William Faulkner, Ernest Jack London SOOOOOOOOO MUCH THANKS! 
Washington Irving – Bracebridge Hall Mark Twain – Tom Sawyer F. Scott Fitzgerald – The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Herman Melville – Moby Dick, Nathaniel Hawthorne – The Scarlett Letter Steven Crane – The Red Badge of Courage Ernest Hemingway – Sun Also Rises Jack London – The Call of the Wild or White Fang If this helps everyone!
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Cuba ….. Na Na Na Na Na Salsa
I know there are some old adage to do with the first half of his life being cared for by their parents and the second half that you are life care for your parents. Well, I've been taking care of my mother all my life especially in times when my father is not around and she goes into full competition melt. The first time my father left on a business trip abroad, managed (and do not ask me how) to put his hand on the bottom of the mower while still in progress. I can still see, and always have been burned into my brain for the moment put his hand in a sink full of water instantly turned a deep shade of red, just like in the movie 'Jaws'. Duggan women are not strong-willed and stomache about my mother going to faint, my sister ran out of the room with the intention of calling a good friend of the family of the road for help, only to faint on the way due to the "view of blood. "So we were nine years old Alice running through relationships with wet towels and sugar water trying to revive both. Needless to say my dad was rewarded by the return of Hong Kong with a large bag of Haribo for being "Daddy's Girl brave little and my mother was never allowed to cut the new lawn.
So this gives you an idea of the mental state of Ms. Duggan to embark on a journey into the depths of the Caribbean with his daughter to the charge, without only man in the world that can save any situation no mater how dire. I would say that I sympathize with this, but in honesty I do see some weakness in a class to play in it? "You've got the passport is not it?", "Flight Heathrow Gatwick is not right?", Etc. Cruel reality but very funny. Anyway the joke was on me to get to Gatwick at 4.30 to find that our 7:55 a.m. flight to Havana with Cubana Airways was not in any place to be seen on the blackboard, and after half an hour running around frantic to discover that the plane on which we intend to be flying in (which was bound to come to the UK 6:20 a.m. de La Habana) had not even left Cuba yet. Another half hour later it was revealed that the plane was defective and another plane sent from Madrid and leaving at 14:30. Wonderful. Does anyone have any suggestions how to spend nine hours large outputs at Gatwick Airport? Not me. Reading, perhaps – and I packed all my books neatly nice easy ride in the main luggage and had only Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls attempting to include all kinds of Cuba, which is not the easiest to read to pass the time, believe me. So give bought a puzzle game, connected on my ipod and watched strange and wonderful existence of the airport departure lounge capita (and it is no wonder that so many TV shows do them!)
Well, the plane would not 2:30, it was at 4.30 and one would think that perhaps after the hell of my family now extends to Cuban victims were respiratory tract We want to be treated like movie stars, pampered with drinks and snacks, at the time of check always available. Well you would think wrong and should be reported to the fact demands that the Cuban communist regime all work, for more or less the same salary, and are not in danger of losing jobs not … .. Where is the incentive to do their job, especially when surrounded by hundreds of tourists high maintenance?! Anyway, the plane did not have entertainment, seat was a free for all, the staff was rude to the point of disbelief, there was a fucking annoying group of school children including two lovers sat in bloom before me, who snogged for 11 hours WHOLE trip, and, as he had banished any hope of a vegetarian meal without food. Gosh I sound like my grandmother moaning. Yet I take comfort in the fact that money was spent on flights to the Cuban economy, and not that pussy pocket Branson.
Anyway with a lot of time on my hand when it was time to address the lonely planet guide "A Brief History of Cuba." And so began the obsession … ..
Hands, I knew very little about Cuban culture / history before going ("They're Communists, right?") And generally have no interest in learning about history of places. A few years ago I spent a month traveling in Japan with two of my bestest friends, who was living there for some years. We had a great time, without But both history and the self (ish) students I can imagine my "You've seen a temple that has seen them all, let's go do karaoke again" mentality grated a bit. I figured it would be the same in Cuba … "Yeah yeah very nice lets go salsa dancing and rum drink!" Unfortunately, I do not know if I'm getting older and this is what happens, but I am absolutely fascinated by the whole affair.
So as I say all I knew was that they were communists and that recently some guy named Castro had resigned. I am concerned that this may cause chaos and unrest, but was assured by coworkers caribbeaners (?) Are away from busy drinking rum and smoking cigars for all states of affairs, and while the Yankees kept out was likely civil unrest (and I hope the Yankees had f * cked by sufficient countries in recent years to stay away, at least until I had got a tan).
Reading the guide helped establish the stage for me, so I posted a short summary of the facts, I've seen:
-Native Cubans lived happily
"The natives of another Caribbean island arrives, kills all native Cubans and live happily
-Spanish to reach and grab things – killing loads and use the rest of the slaves
Years later Jose -400 Marti takes a revolution to free themselves from the Spanish and U.S. step at the last minute and steal the glory
US-fuck it right
"A group of rude boys (inc. Castro and Che Guava) plot to oust the Americans and some dick and trampled freeing Batista Cubans living by giving them the "ideal" existence
"To piss the U.S., Russia, Cuba to keep alive by buying lots of sugar and cigarettes
– Russia (or should I say the USSR) fuck (greedy bastards) and Cuba gets screwed over and people are starving
– They begin to leave lots of happy tourists agile (like me) to have all their money so they can eat again.
So you can see why I left the game in the first available moment!
Anyway back to the grueling long flight … .. finally got my ship on 1:00 a.m., when Cuba (05 am English) due to a fall rather than expanded in Holguin, and rushed through check visa and luggage that took us to the arrival of around 2:00 a.m. ….
So first thought is the will of our transfer to be there as they were intended to arrive at 4pm? At first inspection, no, but after half an hour of panic follows that our society has booked two names – how stupid of us! So we slipped off to Havana in prayer our hotel had 24 hours of receipt. Unfortunately, I did not get to see a lot of the city on the disc as planned to 3:00 a.m., but at least we were on our way. Closer to the hotel they started to get a sickening feeling that is too familiar with me now being in a city at night, resulting in an ugly incident in Barcelona a few years back (and yes, the story gets more complex every time you said – had knives, you know, I say knives? I mean firearms). So it was not all the best happy when I heard our taxi could not drive down the street our hotel was on and intended to leave us at the end of it. A few pesos (explain money in the future) encouraged him to wait while my dear mother (totally unflappable by this) ran to the road to check that it was open. Halle-fucking-lujah it was. Almost kissing the taxi driver got me into my backpack and headed down the road to beautiful "Beltrán de Santa Cruz Hotel.
So be welcomed with a smile by the receptionist then exclaims "There's a bit of a problem with your room the pipe is broken and we had to move to another hotel, just five minutes round the corner facing the square "
Where do you add? Honestly? I took here. "Look friend, we have been doing for 30 hours, 13 of these go fucking at Gatwick Airport, 13 in a plane fresh out of shit the bedrock and the rest in transit between these places, we have not eaten, have not changed underwear, we have not cleaned your teeth, and smell like shit and you're dead rats trying to tell me that you do two poor helpless women to lug luggage through an unfamiliar city to them at 4 in the morning to go to a hotel because it has a fucking plumbing problem? "
At least that's what was said in my head … what he actually said, in a very weak and feeble groan, "Please Will you come with us, I have fear. "Bless his cotton And he did.
Over time, my head touched the pillow at 5:30 am when Cuba (9.30 English) after to deal with the final disaster of the night to open my backpack, I found my sunscreen had exploited all my material. A perfect start to a holiday not you agree? Things can only get better.
I guess maybe I should actually say something about my trip instead of my script for "holiday from hell."
This was my first and most definitely not the last trip to the Caribbean. I think it was about 8 when I bought "100% reggae" and decided that he would to spend my honeymoon in Jamaica, so hopefully I'll go back to arrive at these costs, given that I can find someone to marry me. Moreover, many Other places to visit, Santa Lucia, Barbados, Antigua, Bahamas, etc, etc … Hopefully this future husband is rich! Indeed, Cuba seems to have something different from the rest and walk in the sunny streets of Havana for the first morning confirmed. Cubana Airways Big Day Out suddenly seemed a distant memory. Breath taking architecture that will from the Spanish colonial style buildings in Old Havana, (many of them completely abandoned, but in a cowardly manner!), Al Vedado neo classical and art deco U.S. influence in central Havana. Diversity've never seen in any city, and with the added advantage that unlike most cities that have avoided 1970s monstrosity pushing blocks of flats dead in the center of a beautiful area. Any run by ugly buildings just added to the character.
It is a cliché there are bands playing in every restaurant, every street corner with people singing and dancing around. True, I was there. The first stop was at the restaurant Il Patio in the Plaza de la Catedral (possibly my favorite of the party mojito whole, though there were many and the first is bound to taste the best!). There was a small group Game 3 piece (guitar, sax and bass), while a woman danced around nut case (Mom said she had been there two years ago when she and my sister had gone!). They were awesome, I just could not get enough of it! Then this guy from the crowd (Italian I think) only even danced the waltz, asked to have a go at the sax and just wiped the floor with some improvisations that put all that I got when I played in a remedial class. That would not happen anywhere else in the world and the punters went crazy for it!
So the first day was devoted mainly to get a feel for place. Walking lost, stopping for mojitos from time and again, taking several thousand photos on all new streets in all possible angles. In the afternoon we (recommendation of some friends) through a ferry ride across the water to rise to a strong (and a large statue of Jesus.) It was fun actually as tourist attraction principal and was clearly not the shuttle appeared to be literally the local bus and labor. We stuck out like sore thumbs! Also at the top of discover our little trek views not only surprising Havana, but also a mini museum of the house of Che Guava, where he lived revolution and pre post Bolivia ran to help and be killed. There I discovered I had asthma, like me, who briefly inspired me to go and start a revolution, but soon outgrew same.
Food in Cuba is a shit, I mean really crap. I really do not understand how they can get so bad, but they do and especially as a vegetarian who were screwed. You get eggs, many eggs, many eggs that the word is still making me feel physically sick. Mother, having been here before, knew all it had prepared a kettle and a big bag of cous cous to help us in extreme situations, but also worked brilliantly the whereabouts of the only Italian restaurant (possibly in Cuba) to Havana we have achieved at least half decent meals! So after chewing his way through a daisy larger and faster mojito slipped to bed very early, still a little fucked up the previous day monstrosities.
The second day was a conference mass politics and history for me. Although normally this concept would make me tremble with fear and despair, as I said before I'm completely trapped by the fact that this teeny little specifications on the Earth's surface has contributed both to the history of mankind. We had some fun but first get a taxi to the Plaza of the Revolution in a classic, bright purple (my favorite!) 1950 Buick with a driver more perplexing are being made to pose for many a cheesy snap! The Plaza is a bit bare, unfortunately with only two things to see. First, the José Martí memorial statue in front of the mass observation post, who came to get some views of the city and see a lot of fear vultures circle around it. And secondly, my favorite part – The huge image of Che on the side of government building with 'To Victoria Siempre "(Always Forward Towards Victory), written together. I have a bit of an obsession of Che's be honest, it was strange to think that hot? Naked anyway because it felt good to stand on many political rallies and addresses of Castro and other revolutionaries has occurred.
After that error we got a taxi (see photos) to the National hotel (very smart!). It was fun seeing so many people turn them into mercenaries and cars and headed crops in a little yellow stain! Here we had a mojito looking across the water to where we had been the day before and then set off on a little walk along the promenade where they eventually ended up at the Museum of the Revolution. This figure everything you need to know about Cuba since the dawn of time. At some point it was really quite bizarre the amount of detail added – "Here's the scoop Castro used while hiding in Argentina" – no kidding! But it was fascinating. I will not bother to say much about it (as I've given my brief history of Cuba), but one of the highlights was the "Wall of geeks" by thanking the many idiots politicians for their contributions in the cause / consolidation of the revolution. I do not really give a shit who insult!
The next day we had more While a stressful journey by bus (six hours – a toilet stop) to a supposed beautiful city, nice colonial on first impressions but this does not seem to be the case. The bus ride in some showed really bad, run by the areas that lack the charm of Havana, and on arrival at the bus station crowd of people were literally be subject of mobbing us. They were advertising, not "houses" – the equivalent of hostelling in Cuba is to stay at home with a Cuban family who cook and provide for you, but everything seemed so threatening to me. So we got into a taxi and headed for the hotel 'Las Cuevas "(caves). Any questions about upcoming days in this place soon dissolved when we saw where we were staying was lush! We dumped our luggage and went straight to the sampling pool local delicacies – mojitos, pineapple drinks hills and strange place red, orange and blue called Colonial Trinidad, that he liked. We managed to befriend a local group at any time that feeds us more rum and snacks and give us lessons in salsa. I was very supportive and after my set of classes that I was in my "I'm sad, lonely and desperate and need to learn salsa to satisfy phase lonely and desperate people sadder, but I did learn a new step that was nice. Also had the opportunity to laugh at my mother completely uncoordinated. Then, about 17:00, in a matter of three minutes the sky was covered with thick black clouds the heavens opened. I've never been to a tropical storm before and I just absolutely hilarious – the whole area was flooded after two minutes of rain, however, still bloody boiling and people kept dancing and pool! I asked my new best friend Tiago how long do these storms to which he replied "That depends on San Pedro" – can not argue with that!
For our first full day in Trinidad got up very early and began our walk team sexy and headed for the mountains on a hike with another unfairly beautiful couple from the hotel and our charming tour guide in Jordan, which sounded a bit like Borat when spoke was a little out of place, but got used to it!
The first part was walking through the center of Trinidad, which was much more pleasant than it had seemed from the bus the day before – beautiful and colorful, with people around you there's current business or hanging on the doors, playing guitar or the sale of fresh fruit. The second bit took us through some fields in the national park in the thick jungle and mountains. We walked about two hours finally ending a beautiful waterfall and water reserve which Cuban children were jumping and playing. I abstained as usual when it comes to water that may contain living organisms. Although I dip my feet and saw a huge lobster as unpleasant creeping in the background and concluded that he had made the right decision.
The walk back was not as fun. The midday heat was really successful in Trinidad and the city is at the top of a hill and our hotel at the top of a hill to hill and energy levels were definitely lower at the end. Yet we had one afternoon, again with the cocktail swimming and salsa dancing so I can not complain! This evening after dinner (buffet slop hotel) we were invited to a traditional Afro-Caribbean performance. 4 uber hot black dudes prancing around the stage doing crazy things like eating hot coals and pick the tables with his teeth. It was more erotic and I can have left a small puddle in my seat.
The next day was our last day in the city of Trinidad and on their way at night to Peninsula Ancon about 30 minutes south of Trinidad on the coast. Yet we have done most of the morning at the hotel. Was in fact the caves for a reason and (as you probably guessed) This is because it was situated on a group of caves. One of them is open to visitors during the day and very funkily becomes a disco at night (though never went to this unfortunately). So my little friend Tiago took us on a tour of her that was just amazing! The stalagmites and stalactites to your heart's content – Images could hardly salsaing people around! He did!
After that it was a little group but, as appeared to be the pattern hence, the late San Pedro angry with us, so we decided we may well transfer to the new location, while the weather was bad. So we went around town (Which at this time was like a river) and to the coast for a few days of sunbathing and chilling. On reaching the place seemed nice enough, but be an "all inclusive" had a very different clientele, namely, idiot, drunk, the British burned. Well, I just saw one of these to be honest, Northern 50ish fat one years old who was being rude to a man bar, but only really bothers me. I do not understand these people who just want to go Vacation anything not really experience the country, treat the staff like slaves, and the abuse of unlimited alcohol available. Anyway, we checked and there a scan and was very disappointed to see that the 'beach' not really there, and there was actually a sand bar but did not extend to the sea. Compared our last place where everything seemed just a bit, so sleazy. The sun was not quite back as they camped at the pool bar and a drink. My mother, was not feeling very perfect, and too sensitive nature decided to drink a few to many pineapples and really start my tits to be more enthusiastic about instead "I'm really warming to this place Alice, I'm really warming to it. Yes, I'm definitely warming to this place" … .. then said he wanted to swim in the ocean before dinner. So a mother or investment drastic roll daughter was doing his best for me in the least condescending possible to explain herself to throw yourself off a small cliff edge to reach the sea when he was pissed as a fart was probably not the best idea. Needless to say that a combination of his drunkenness and more emotional, and for me still a little wound and starts to feel a little sick culminated in us having our only argument the participation of a lot of vacation "I'm just an embarrassment to you" and "we have booked a holiday away I bet you'd like you were with your friends, "says … not nice …. In particular, the principle is not pleasant to feel bad I actually turned out to be food poisoning I spent the next 12 hours in the bathroom while peeing out of my ass and vomiting. Not the highlight of my holiday.
But a new day. Feeling good of weakness on my night in the shitter I abstained from breakfast (if I saw a plate of eggs do not know what had happened), but walking suddenly realized I more than one reaction the previous day had been. The place was beautiful. There was no drunken English people at all – only one who was only beginning because he refused to serve him (and rightly so – the hell), and even better than they really are the beach! A beautiful little beach practically deserted, with a small bar behind him and a semi circle of stones around 100 meters where, according to the mother, was the best collection of Tropical Fish that had ever seen. It was perfect for me to hit on my ipod, enjoy a brilliant book (no Hemingway!) And recover from my traumatic night, while my mother swam too excitable, and became a friend of any body which was 10 meters from us. Much better!
The next day we took advantage of the hotel's bicycles and bicycle ride was along the peninsula. I have not been on a bike ride since I was 10 and after that I do not know why?! It was such fun! It is true that a ride bike surrounded by the sea on both sides on a path lined with palm trees is much more appealing than cycling in the A413, but it really should be done more often! We stopped Off the tip of the peninsula, where a hotel and her mother jetted off on a boat trip to do some diving on the reef (which obviously did not – I will not go in to my fear of the sea here – you just make fun of me) and I had the opportunity to improve my 'stupid get now "so (apparently the last two years working on solar really has not changed my opinion about skin cancer).
We had another morning on the beach after this before our move to Havana, was really ready for this. Anyone who knows me knows I'm obsessed with the sun is tanned, but this whole "culture" malarkey really reached me and I was keen to return to Havana and learn more! At the end of the day I could get a tan in Lanzagrotty if he one tenth of the price (with the added benefit of catching an STI few), and my tan was pretty much perfect then anyway (if I do not mind being incredibly arrogant!)
The bus ride back was even more of a fucking nightmare that round. 2 hours longer than it should have been more reserved (for the people standing), road closures, etc, etc. Also when we got to Havana it was so late that there were no taxis to the bus station to take us to a hotel, and it was bloody raining again! After almost everyone else on the bus had managed to take a taxi (which have to be more aggressive!) Finally Beltran returned to the beautiful and had a gourmet meal prepared cous cous bathroom and settled into bed ready to make the most of our last day.
Havana next morning, suddenly seemed 100 times more amazing than it was when I was there nine days before (and was a very surprising then). Just mooching around soon I had horrible "before 5pm this afternoon this is going to be over" feeling. And I was not ready. Trying not to leave remaining, we walked through the beautiful streets of Old Havana by the cathedral square where we had to change first mojito life, and on the promenade, where it was already decided was time to face the hustle and bustle of the markets and buy some souvenirs and tacky pressi a beret Che Guava is the most important, of course. After we picked first, a new discovery that was a street that appeared in all the paintings of Havana, which were sold in the market. This was a street with a sign hanging that says "La Bodeguita del Medio" which was a small bar where Hemingway used to hang out and apparently many other celebrities had been there too as the wall was covered with photos and signatures. It took us very well to our next point of call. The Hotel Ambos Mundos, where Hemingway stayed while he was visit. They have kept her room exactly as he had when he ran and you can look around. Also the roof of the hotel has a bar, so we went there and whiled away the rest of our afternoon with a drink there, basking in the city, with excellent views and the company delightful.
In our walk back to the hotel for our transfer something occurred to me. These were the capital city streets and had people sitting at the gates is flattering, people playing guitars and singing and dancing around, children playing baseball, women hanging their washing out there windows. This would not happen anywhere else, ever. Did you imagine walking around London chatting to people, dancing with them, children playing? I bet that 99% of Londoners do not even know there names next to neighbor! Y This was communism – everyone equally, all working as one team, no greed, no corruption, a real community. And I thought 'I could do this "- I could live in an" ideal "world, perhaps, prefer the countryside – where the houses each have a chicken and a piece of land to grow vegetables. But you may live well. I've always been against people who earn more money than doing conceivable satanic work effectively only gain money by screwing other people – bankers, lawyers, etc. And I've been against the situation that is born to reflect how much you can do in life (I know it is not intended to be, but it is). And I love the ideal. Everyone gets the same, provided the work, which make and receive as a benefit system perfect education, perfect the national health service, a government-run everything perfect and complete sense of patriotism. Real patriotism – not only beat other nation amateur football patriotism.
I started thinking about England and wondered why he wanted to continue living here. A country where our so-called "left Wing prime minister (who apparently is Gordon Brown now, no, Tony Blair, already) spent 2000 pounds of British taxpayers' money a year in cleaning up its quantity stupid houses also paid by the State. And when Vicky Pollards white trash with money leaks 10 babies out of the welfare state, while Asians complain "Bloody and posts – come over here taking our jobs and tax money." Shit pay taxes why not be allowed to do this? I prefer I have it that fat ass Keith Miller of the world. What really is disgusting and I do not want to be a part of it.
But of course, Cuba does not have the ideal. The dream is I think probably there and worked before the Eastern Bloc dissolved, but then again if you really can not support themselves as a single unit, then communism no not him.
Personally I think one of the major problems in terms of why things are not working as well as they should comes from tourism. True that saved the country from famine, but has created a host of problems and people apparently divided to two types of personality. Write a generation are mainly older, still very much in favor of Castro. Remember and appreciate those who lived well post revolution, special period of pre (Between the fall of the Eastern bloc and beginning of tourism), and also appreciate the tourists who saved your ass when things look pretty bleak. They therefore treat tourists with gratitude, respect and kindness. The second type, what I am calling the "next" generation of Cubans, seem much more cynical and unsure of what they receive is actually "Fair." These people are really resentful of tourists often to the point that they are just rude (turning her back, chasing etc.) I think the problem is that they are unaware of what life was like before. All they see is these rich idiots, with their fancy clothes, digital cameras and flash cash available for launch around traveling to see all the different cultures and places. Everything that can not and what could be if things were different. I guess you piss me off.
Another big problem rented to tourists is the discrepancy in what people earn in terms of whether they work in the tourism industry or not. Money is a bit complex, but Cuba has two coins – Local pesos and convertible pesos. Tourists are only eligible to use convertible pesos each convertible peso is really worth 10 Cuban pesos. So effectively If I had to go to a store and buy a bottle of water – this would cost me that PB1 (about 50p) and a Cuban 1p (ie, about 5p). Therefore, the efficiency with which are charging ten times more tourists from all that remains always seems reasonable (2 mojitos tended to be about 5cp – £ 2.50 – not bad!). This means that when you tip someone at a bar, for example 1CP – receiving around £ 5.00 worth out of it though, it only costs 50 pence. I that this is absolutely genius and I can not see why other countries have not caught on. In Thailand, why not charge £ 5.00 for a meal instead of 50p!? Tourists will continue to pay £ 5.00! However people in the tourism industry, with its suggestions, get a lot more money than any other that leads to inequality in the village – communism is not everything. Take for example the scene of the trip we made excursions to the mountains of Trinidad. The cost of this was each for a total of 14cp 7cp and see as our guide kept us from 9am to 2pm in the scorching heat enthusiastically talking all the time, we had a note 20cp and told to keep the change. So they 6CP – £ 3 to us, worth £ 30. This makes you feel good as a tourist. Give a tip of that value not much that makes you a huge difference to local life. In fact, his monthly salary at 300p is actually told him a fifth of what they would earn in a month. Really crazy. However, you think of all the doctors and teachers out, etc. her slave ass and do not see anything like that to them. Where is the incentive to work then? This is not really fair and is where the system breaks down. Definitely might feel some unrest and I think especially now that Castro has resigned, big changes are underway. I guess if you're thinking of going I would recommend going as soon as possible. (Listen to me to make political predictions when two weeks ago did not even know what communism really meant!)
Anyway enough politics and back to reality. Damn I wish I could, but I am hooked! Six months ago, to spend all my time searching on Google and Che Guava "communism dumb "or writing blogs ridiculously long that nobody will read (except maybe Sam – and even he will probably have bored by now), would been well as I had Nout best thing to do. But now I do, such as revising for these exams bastard, and this new found obsession is largely reduced productivity is at stake!
Yet the party (which is what was the end of the day) was a great success. I would love to go there and see and do more of the same, and like so many places I've been I say that one day. But then I realize that to return to somewhere I've already been somewhere means sacrificing new I can get momentarily obsessed with to the next location … .. etc etc
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