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WHY did I never tell my Cuban friends that I had
already come to their island, years before?
Because it was a another Cuba, because
it was another me? Or because in the
festive impatience of the first months of
the Revolucion, the image would have been
too incongruous: a child arriving in another
era, somewhere between a halfway-gypsy
family and the teachings of the good French
fathers? I've often asked myself the question,
without ever really finding the answer. The
acceleration of the early years, perhaps.
and by contrast, the regrettable banality
that would have clung to any drift into
confidences beneath the asphyxiating heat
of the summer in Oriente... It took the
existence of this CD-Rom for me to allow
myself a flashback to a
                                         
                                       CUBAN CHILDHOOD