The Cuban Affair

by Nelson DeMille

“Memories about the past are always about the present.”

my first impression of Cuba was of decay. The buildings in Havana, like the ones along the airport road, were mostly in bad repair—except the buildings that were beyond repair. The good news was that the streets were litter-free, maybe because no one had anything to throw away.

Antonio was not only full of shit, he was enthusiastic about it.