MEXICO CITY — Fidel Castro stepped down Tuesday morning as the president of Cuba after a long illness, ending one of the longest tenures as one of the most all-powerful communist heads of state in the world, according to Granma, the official publication of the Cuban Communist Party.[From The New York Times]
I'm sure you've read all about it by now, but this took me be surprise. Going to Cuba was always a dream of mine - I've read enough writers, Hemingway wannabes all, to know that Cuba was truly a place where you could go for something completely. Probably the last place on Earth where they don't accept American dollar bills, the currency of the world.
That was all pretty vague-sounding but I'm strapped for time.
Now, however, with Fidel gone there's even the off chance that Cuba and America might even reconcile their differences. Open the borders and let in the Acapulco shirts. Which is exactly what I'd be if I were to go - an Acapulco shirt, I mean - because I lack the essential confidence to act like a tourist even when on vacation. My biggest failing as a human being.
Anyway, RIP. So what if he was a murderous bastard - he was one of the last romantic things in this world.
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