Though it was the middle of February, the Cuban night was unseasonably warm and quiet. As if the island were exhausted from the tragedies endured by its inhabitants, only the tiniest breath of humid air ruffled the water from the far side of the harbor. Above me, a fleeting glimpse of constellation Leo could be seen between scattered clouds, but the Southern Cross was still hiding below the horizon. Exotic blends of African-Latin music drifted over from the dimly lit taverns along the shoreline. The faint slow rhythm carried with it a whiff of charcoal and stale fried fish.
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