Like a Karius pass

by Lorenzo Piccoli


Okay, time to confess: between May and June I went to Cuba with Thomas. It was the first time we spent time together since our Tuscan farewell in 2015. Apart from the rain that escorted us for the first seventeen days, these are the words that I will remember from this experience: Casa particular, tabacco con miel, Malecón, Capitolio, El Nacional, arroz con frijoles, ron collins, mojito, daiquiri, cubanito, Floridita, finca la vigìa, coco, bucanero, montecristo, robusto, cochiba, Rom de Santiago. Comisión, yuma, jinetero, hustlers, scam, campesinos, todo está fresa, 26 julio, 1958, José Marti, Camilo Cienfuegos, René Portocarrero, realismo sucio, bloqueo, yoruba.

In bold characters the things I liked about my three-week vacations in Cuba. All the rest, we highly disliked. I do not feel like explaining why right now right here.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
La mamma porcella era morta suicida un mese prima
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
I like this photo because Thomas is wearing his Arsenal jersey, which he so badly wanted to give away. Unfortunately he did not find anyone who was nice enough to deserve it. At this point of our trip the shirt was the only dry piece of clothing after weeks of rain. Outside there is a thunderstorm. Thomas has high fever. We cannot leave the place because all the roads are flooded. This photo was taken with my phone because the camera had just broken down.

If only I could read the signs: I should have known better.