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Cuba: May 2016

Cuba: May 2016

Leaving the Jose Marti International Airport in Havana, my young cab driver listed out loud the American presidents, which he was able to do all the way back to the Nixon Administration – in order.  For him, my new Cuban-born and raised compadre, it was beyond exciting that I was from America, and for that reason he wanted to tell me everything he knew about the U.S. He spoke in stuttering English about politics, baseball, and most enthusiastically- rock n’ roll. Did I like Elvis? Yes. Did I like Chuck Berry? Of course! We were instantly friends, laughing at our commonalities as we drove through the quiet night, zooming down the streets of Cuba, which until that moment had been one of the most mysterious places to me in the world.

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