Havana (2003)
“said El Colorado. “What a fine specimen he is. Come in, boy, let’s have a look at you!”El Colorado was vast and brown, the mahogany of his skin set off by the whiteness of his teeth and his hair and his suit as he sat on the patio at his house, no. 352, on the corner of 23rd Avenue in 15th Street in Vedado.The old man was enjoying a perfectly hard-boiled egg in a cup. A sea breeze blew in, as the Caribbean was but a few blocks away, yet what Castro could see, as he was brought in to the old man..., was flowers: a cascade of them, in the gardens below the patio, invisible from 23rd Avenue.“The great El Colorado,” he said. “I come at last to show my respects!”“At last is certainly right, boy. You young ones, you have no respect for those who came before and did the hard work. You think we lived merely as midwives to the birth of your generation.”This bitter truth, nevertheless, was delivered with a great deal of zest and humor. Whatever had passed before, this day found El Colorado in fabulous humor.And why not?MoreLess
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