Cuba [antikvár]

If I try to recall the very first time I arrived on the Island, I think Fd be in somé trouble. It was long ago, and in all certainty it was not January 3rd, 1994, the date which marks the beginnings of this report. A description of the 'temps perdu' in Cuba. With somé interruptions, I effectively spent the whole 'period' here... 'en los tiempos deperíodo especial.' And the bare state of affairs is that time here has a different value. Anyhow, a lot happened this year, despite the whole business that now we write 'ano treinta y seis de la Revolución.' Don't forget, revolution can be a bonanza. Indeed, a lot happened. El Nino came, the 'storm of the century,' I went to 'Nuevo Mariéi'- a visit rather symbolic than practical, as I was looking for a lost girlfriend. Sure, she had been lost for a couple of weeks... time has a different value outside of Havana. By the way, the Triends of the Friends' began to play a not unimportant role in the story, in this 'novela' - which word, let me point out, is not used in the sense of the 19th century növel, neither that of the 'new journalism,' nor as in soap operas on TV, where the streets are empty and Havana looks like a dead town.