At the tender age of thirteen, Edmundo boarded a Pan Am flight to Miami from Havana with other school children not knowing when or whether he would see his family again. Now, fifty years later, and descending through grey clouds towards the airport in Havana, there’s no mistaking the red soil and Royal Palms below. This is Cuba!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
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