I passed a crowd of viejos queing outside a closed post office kioskthis morning. None of them were holding letters, and there seemed to be a mood of impatienceso I decided to sit down in the shade opposite to investigate. Minutes passed, and the queue got longer. Old heads were shook, and lips were pursed. When the Correoes de Cuba eventually opened about fifteen minutes later, it transpired the locals were waiting to buy GRAMMA, the official newspaper of the Cuban Communist Party. I raised a revolutionary fist in the air, joined the queue and bought a copy for fifteen pence.
Fidel himself had an article in the newspaper. He described the recent final session of the Congress of the Young Communists of Cuba as being one of the most emptional moments in his long life. He then reflected that when their powerful neighbour to the North decided to annexe Cuba, it was like a ripe fruit being picked from a rotten tree, and went on to talk about the US in no uncertain terms, using a lot of words that I was less certain about. Fidel finished by concluding that the reasons for fighting the Revolution multiply every day. I wonder if the Cuban people agree, and intend to find out tomorrow.
Fidel himself had an article in the newspaper. He described the recent final session of the Congress of the Young Communists of Cuba as being one of the most emptional moments in his long life. He then reflected that when their powerful neighbour to the North decided to annexe Cuba, it was like a ripe fruit being picked from a rotten tree, and went on to talk about the US in no uncertain terms, using a lot of words that I was less certain about. Fidel finished by concluding that the reasons for fighting the Revolution multiply every day. I wonder if the Cuban people agree, and intend to find out tomorrow.
