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A motocade rides in, streets are filled by armed troops surrounding the largest church in Havana. Fidel is in town.
He’s taking a break from the endless televised political government meetings he chairs. He can really talk and talk and talk between puffs on fat cigars.
The pope has died, so they closed all the bars for three days in respect. We came for the music and the pope stops it!
It’s time to head to the Malecon to cool off and maybe catch a ride in a chevvy.