Oh…it was soo-o-o cold in Canada and when we got off the plane in Varadero…the heat was like a fog of palm oil…My bones turned to rubber and they sold ice cold beer on the bus to the hotel. The next day…exploring, I heard kids playing, laughing and shouting. I knew that sound and found a kind of vacant lot construction site. The kids had mapped out a diamond. With home made bats and a ball wrapped with electrical tape. They were playing and …damn they were serious and they were good. I watched a couple of innings and applauded the moves…noticed Che watching from the fence. I left feeling very far from home…and thinking…These kids are alright.
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